Praise be!

The door was mercifully well oiled and there was no squeak as I stepped into the room and shut it quietly behind me. I found myself in a wood paneled hallway, with several doors both to my right and left. The area felt surprisingly nice, with obvious craftsmanship in the wall finishes and moulding. I pondered what my next step would be. I obviously wanted to get into the basement, but had no knowledge of how to get there. Or if I could even get there from here.

The distinctive click-clacks of heels on hardwood floors announced that I would have no more time to consider my options. Somebody was coming, and I needed to get out of sight. In the middle of a hallway. Well, might as well pick a door.