The Hallway

The door swings open, and you find yourself looking at the hallway of a small flat. You figure you've got this far, so you enter. There's a row of coat pegs behind the door, so you hang your coat up, and prepare to enter the flat proper.

Just as you were about to round the corner, a short woman appears carrying an obviously empty coffee mug. You feel just a little embarrased for invading her home. She looks mildly surprised to see anyone, but not offended, so you relax.

"Hiyah! Cool, a visitor. Hello and welcome to my humble abode. My name's Ellie, and this is my loft. Please, feel free to root around and explore whatever you're interested in, although it's currently undergoing something of a renovation. I'm going to make us a hot drink."

She waves the mug in a friendly fashion, gesturing you into the main flat then continues on her way.

You are slightly bemused by this welcome, but you figure what the heck, and wander into the living room.

The living room is extremely cluttered. You itch to explore it more closely. You're sure that if you looked at the stuff in here, you could form a good picture of the owner (Ellie). You can now either root around like she suggested, or head back out into the Lofts of SoHo and hope the next one you try is owned by someone more interesting.

• the photos on the walls.
• the CD rack.
• the notepad on the table.
• Ellie's address book.