A prison. [Vastra seems surprised, but hardly shocked. The universe and the whole of time and space has many prisons, all more bizarre than the next. Though she can't recall anything recent that could have warranted her being imprisoned. It does however answer why she has no clothes or weaponry left on her.]

[She looks around and snorts a soft laugh before continuing to walk.] How ironic.

[Vastra doesn't particularly want to drill this man for particulars, mostly because she's more concerned about staying awake. And her 'journal', well, she didn't manage to find it under the snow when she started awake.]

I don't recall seeing any journal or guide. But if you can tell me which way warmer temperatures lie, I won't question you further. Or is it all like this? [She jerked her head slightly to indicate the snow.]