Pitch Black

You throw open the door and dash into a room with low ceilings and a black and white tiled floor. You slam the door behind you and throw a bolt to lock it. This looks a bit like a kitchen from mid-50's America, complete with pots and pans hanging from a rack over an island with a gleaming silver sink. Behind the counter, you glimpse a shock of white hair. Presently, you hear a tinny voice singing "It's a Long Way to Tipperary".
An door at the other side of the kitchen beckons.