You are Ernie, a local woodsman. You came into the L.L. Bean flagship store in Freeport, Maine for a new pair of boots. Simple enough.
You accidentally took a long nap inside a display tent. You just woke up. It is 2:14 AM. Your wife, Ida, is waiting outside in the idling '79 Subaru Brat. She has been waiting a while.
The store never closes. Unfortunately, neither do the tourists — Flatlanders from New Jersey and New York who drank too much Starbucks and are buying $400 moose-print pajamas. If you get trapped in a conversation with them, you lose precious time.
It's a trek from the tent to the Brat, through five departments. You don't teleport between them — you travel, aisle by aisle, and the store is never the same twice. The number of aisles, who you meet, and what happens is rolled fresh every run.
Reach the Boot Wall, claim your 10.5 Wide, and make the Exit before the clock hits zero. Miss morning fishing and Ida will not forgive you. Good luck. Don't get cornered.