The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of weird, antique door handles are just scattered all over this empty, white sand beach. Umm, the air's really warm and it smells kinda like saltwater and... coconut sunscreen? The sun's high in the sky, casting this super bright, harsh light on the sand, and seagulls are just flying around, their cries echoing off the nearby palm trees. For some reason, a giant, perfectly intact slice of New York-style pepperoni pizza is just... buried halfway in the sand, like it was washed up here by a wave.