[Naturally, she's gone ahead and just assumed this was a fever dream. Even excusing the weird flying rabbits giving her a journal, snow? In Los Angeles? Not likely.
Still. Snow. She's not prepared for this, at all. She's already shivering and has no idea where she's supposed to be heading, her cell phone isn't working at all, and she has no idea where she is.
Which just means that she's tossing the journal aside, ducking behind a tree, and drawing her weapon - just in case.]