Being at the salon

The memories come flooding back in a rush.

There hadn't been anything special about the day. You'd dropped the kids at school and you'd headed to the salon for your monthly appointment. Later you planned to meet your friend Karen for lunch and after that you needed to talk to the gardener about replanting the borders. But you never made it to those later appointments. Instead, you drifted off to sleep in the salon chair halfway through your pedicure, and then...

And then nothing, darkness, the void, then here.

"Oh shit," you breathe an uncharacteristic curse "what the heck happened? I was at the salon and then I was here. What is this place?

The old man's face looks suddenly serious and you get a sinking feeling as he tells you where you are...