The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive bundles of what looks like freshly harvested wheat are just stacked all over this abandoned, still-operational, Olympic-sized swimming pool. The air's got a kinda musty smell and feels pretty damp, and the mid-morning sun is shining in through the grimy skylights above, casting this pale, milky light over everything. Water's steadily dripping from the ceiling, but somehow the pool's staying totally still and not rippling at all, like it's been filled with Jell-O or something. A still-functional, antique, reel-to-reel film projector is just embedded in the pool floor, quietly whirring away.