The Perfectly Ordinary Pickle Factory

You eagerly run up to the doors of the pickle factory, only to find them locked.

A white-haired janitor, leaning on his broom, says "Sorry, factory's closed. All the workers got drafted into the Cola Wars, donchaknow. Come on back when the fightin's over, we'll still be here."

Notes

• The Perfectly Ordinary Pickle Factory is located in The Nearby Plains in the Distant Past.
• It is the past version of The Spectral Pickle Factory in The Nearby Plains