Beyond the conservatory was a passage, old broken furntiure littered the passage, the smell was old, mouldy and rotten.

She sneezed as dust tickled her sinuses.

As her eyes became accustomed to the gloom she noticed that the passage continued a way ahead of her then turned left. Behind her was a door marked 'kitchen', she doubted that there would be an easy way out via the kitchen so decided to follow the passage.

Her eyes fixed on the passage floor she didn't notice the shadows of people moving beyond the dirty glass door that lead to the conservatory. Figures that moved slowly towards the door...