The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, giant piles of freshly laundered clothes are just... scattered all over this abandoned, totally still, and dusty airport runway, like they were left behind by something. The late afternoon sun is shining down, casting this warm, diffuse light over everything, and the air's got this dry, stale feel to it. A massive, still-functional, industrial washing machine is somehow just... embedded in the asphalt, like it's been here forever, and it's steadily spitting out clean clothes onto the ground, while a lone 747 airliner is just... sitting on the runway, motionless, its engines completely silent.