You decide to risk it and run for the door on your right.

You duck to the right, hurdling over a beige wicker chair - but not quite clearing it. Your foot catches in the armrest and you fall to the ground with a crash.

"Damn! Owww..." you moan as your chest hits the floor with a painful THUD.

You struggle to get to your feet, turning your head just in time to see Sophie fleeing out the left side door - and to feel the cold sting of a hypodermic needle...