Postal Panic

Sort the post. Beat the clock. Save the round.

A frantic dash through a sorting office. The mail's late, the supervisor's furious and the only way out is to clear the round before the buzzer. Newest room on the floor.

You'll have sixty minutes from the moment the door closes. We're watching from the control room — if you need a hint, you ask, and the screen on the wall does the rest.