The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive chunk of a glacier is just... wedged in the middle of this old, dusty parking garage, like it was left behind by something. The air's got this dry, stale feel to it, and the late afternoon sun is shining through the grimy windows, casting this warm, diffuse light over everything. The smell of exhaust and gasoline is still pretty strong, but there's this underlying scent of, like, frozen earth or something, from the glacier. It's just... steadily, slowly, dripping water onto the oil-stained concrete.