The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's shining down on this average-sized, outdoor tennis court, with a few benches and a scoreboard off to the side. Like, the air's pretty still, and it smells like freshly painted lines, but somehow, tennis balls are bouncing around on their own, like they're in the middle of a game, and they keep hitting these perfect, precision shots back and forth across the net. The sun's high in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything, and the distant hum of traffic creates a low background noise.