What is this strange place?

Where did they bring me?

One minute, I'm chasing tail at home in Houston and suddenly I'm on a plane. In cargo. Like I'm some sort of doggy bag. Then, after spending a terrifying couple of hours in the dark belly of an airplane, I'm dumped out in this icy, no grass hellhole, forced to capitulate because my idiot owners got a new job. But whatever, at least there's always tasty stuff to eat off the ground.