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 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….
