The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's shining down on a totally average, mid-sized parking lot, with like, a few sedans and a pickup truck scattered around. It's late morning, and the air's pretty still, with a faint smell of hot asphalt and gasoline. Water's somehow steadily flowing upwards from a crack in the pavement, creating a small, shallow puddle that's slowly growing, like, right next to a perfectly ordinary looking parking lot lamppost. The distant hum of a highway provides a low background noise, and the sun's casting a warm glow over everything.