Soon she's completely alone.

She takes some phone pictures of a few end tables to send to Ned.

There's no signal.

Irritating. She wanders toward the front of the store, waving her phone around.

She can't find the front of the store.

And the furniture surrounding her now is not the furniture she saw when she first came this way.

No matter how far she walks, her surroundings don't get any more familiar and her phone continues to find no signal.

"Hello?!" she calls, now and then.

Eventually, there's a response.

"Hello?" someone calls. The voice is faint and from somewhere behind a row of dressers.

She goes around the dressers. "Hello! Is someone there?"

There's a man coming towards her from behind a row of bookshelves. He smiles when he sees her, looking relieved, and quickens his pace.

"Hi, do you know what's going on here?"

"Partially. You've probably already figured out that this isn't IKEA."

"I don't know that I'd say I had figured out that it isn't IKEA. I have figured out that it is not a normal IKEA and is instead some kind of space warping IKEA variant."

He nods.

"You're not wrong. How long have you been in here?"

She looks at her watch. "Couple of hours now."

"Your door might still be nearby, if that's how it works. I was part of a team studying this place. We discovered it when someone escaped, so I know a way out exists."

"- all right. How do we find the door? It is not where I left it."

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. You should know, this place has variations on IKEA employees that become hostile at night. You'll need to find shelter before then. Although, my working theory, based on only one example, is that the doors appear when the employees are attempting to chase you out. I haven't yet worked up the nerve to try it."

"I can't run, I have dyspraxia which affects my balance."

"Well, let's hope my theory is wrong. You should still be safe enough. It's easy to find a place to hide as long as you're prepared and there are several hours before the lights turn off."

"How fortunate there's all this furniture here. What's your name?"

He hesitates and then says, "Kyoya Ootori. Yours?"

"Miranda Kirsch."

"Where and when are you from?"