Game:Pick Up the Phone Booth and Aisle/lookwest

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Looking off to the west, you can see the sun setting through the supermarket's front windows. The golden glow across the horizon makes your team's ultimate destination seem all the more majestic.

You walk towards your team of voyagers, each ready to man a covered trolley filled with vital supplies, each ready to explore the great unknown, each ready to die on the journey westward to find a better life. You kiss the phone booth goodbye; it would never survive this trip, and you couldn't bear to take it along to its certain death.

Your team, in anticipation of your words, looks up to you in your covered trolley in the lead of the pack. They've looked up to you for guidance, stability, and courage ever since you suggested migrating from this supermarket months ago. Truth be told, you couldn't be more tense at this moment. But you can't let them see this. They have to see a confident face leading them into possible doom. Nobody would know what was going on in your head. Not your team, not the phone booth, not even historians reading your journals.

All they would know are the next words out of your mouth.

"Trolleys... WEST!"

*** You have started down the Oregon Trail ***

But wait...

You feel a tremendous wrench – the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.

But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....

Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.

On to the next aisle.

The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.

You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.

A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.

Your move:

*Secret option!
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