It's all AU.

Jack stood in the window of the shop he'd got his coat from. He took the coat off and draped it back around the shoulders of the mannequin who'd worn it before him.

"Suits you better than me, buddy," he said softly, patting the mannequin on the shoulder, and turned away to find a different coat.

Perhaps a jacket. Something shorter and lighter.

Another day.

Or not-day.

Or however time passed in that place.

Martha sat on a bench in the park, watching the sun sink over what passed for a horizon, and tucked her knees up. "If time doesn't pass," she wondered aloud, "then what does it mean that my watch is still going?"

Martha had lost track of how long she'd been stuck in...wherever she was stuck. And more than a little bit fed up of being stuck in nowhere so technically not stuck.

She'd been through the library. She'd studied. She'd thrown something across the room when she'd woken up thinking about Tom Milligan and her hotel room had oh so helpfully provided sex toys in her drawer. If she'd wanted that, she'd have...well. There were enough Jacks around, apparently. Not that she'd managed to meet any of them.

It all added up to the fact that she wasn't in the best of moods when the sky randomly changed colour - twice - and then it rained - and then went back to something that looked like an idylllic Surrey July afternoon. Complete with birds singing and apparently distant cricketers on the green.

And she wasn't even taking anything that could be considered hallucinogenic, so it had to be actually happening.

With a sigh, she stretched out on a handy and rapidly drying bench, closed her eyes, and wondered if it would all go away if she ignored it.

Martha was becoming pretty much resigned to being stuck in this place. It wasn't so bad, considering. No one was trying to kill her, which was a big plus over a few places she'd been with the Doctor and some without, there was no shortage of basics like food and shelter, and she could always get away when she needed privacy.

Tracking people down again was more difficult, but they usually showed up again sooner or later.

For now, though, she really should be catching up on her studies. If she was going to get this extra time before exams, she might as well make the most of it, and the library had texts on every branch of medical science she'd ever studied, and a lot more.

Selecting a book on genetic reconstruction from the shelf, she settled into a chair to try and make sense of it. She'd nearly managed to begin to succeed, when the door creaked open, and she lowered the book just far enough to peek over the top of it, eyes wide.

Jamie left Jack with a determination to um. Lie his ass off for the rest of his time he was here. That was careful, right?

He went to the kitchen and started poking around, finding a shop that had coffee. He came up to the counter, asking the person beside him without looking, "Do you think peppermint coffee?"

Martha wasn't exactly lost. She wasn't certain it was possible to be lost when she didn't know where she'd been to start with, but she was probably as close to lost as possible.

She'd headed out of the hotel to try and get some idea of how big the town was, maybe get some fresh air (though the air seemed as still as ever), and following along one empty road should have made it easy to get back. Except heading back, she was sure she'd not seen those buildings before.

Thinking hard, she stopped, sat down on the nearest seat, and looked around. There had to be something recognisable. Or maybe some one.

Having left the Doctor with his TARDIS somewhere on a floor above (she couldn't find any symbols to indicate which floor was which), Martha made her way down to stairs and followed the distant sounds of voices and the smell of food to find the dining room. There were a few other people there, but no one she recognised at first glance, and it wasn't too busy for her to find a table, get some of that purple stuff the Doctor had mentioned and some food she vaguely recognised.

Settling back in her chair, she looked around the room again, stopping when someone lifted their head to meet her gaze, and she gave them a somewhat hesitant wave.

He hadn't meant to come here, but then he often ended up places he hadn't exactly planned on going. He locked the TARDIS up behind him, stepped out of the supply closet he'd landed in and headed off along the hall. He tried doors at random, and peered into the few that weren't locked.

He was just turning around a corner to head down another hall when he spotted a familiar face. He grinned, broadly. "Martha! Good to see you. What are you doing here?"

Ianto settled into his usual seat, where he could watch the door as he waited for the light snack and scotch he'd ordered. He didn't think any of the Torchwood directors had found out how to make their way here, but he didn't care to be caught by surprise, regardless.

He wasn't certain who he'd like less to see walking in the doors. Yvonne, her sister, or Jack; all were on his list of people he didn't care to deal with at the moment. Though perhaps the safest of them to deal with at the moment would be Jack. "At least he isn't threatening dire retribution if certain archives aren't deleted," he muttered to himself, his attention briefly taken away from his careful observation of the door.