You're right... now to try and remember... nope, coming up blank. Brilliant. Bear with us a sec.
[Isobel curses under her breath and furrows her eyebrows, biting her lip in a desperate attempt to recall the events of how she'd ended up here.]
Oh, lightbulb - I was signin' some stuff in the office; next time I looked up, was 'ere. Desk's still 'ere, too. Must've fallen asleep and ended up dreaming - dreaming about some 'pocket dimension' thingy seems like the most logical answer. Stupid barman must've brought up Doctor Who. Bastard.
But in the unlikely event this isn't some screwed-up hallucination... we probably share something in common. We were - we were - we weeere... both in a public buildin'. Establishment? We have that in common-- nah, probably not that. Sorry for the letdown.