WHO: Lilo and the Tenth Doctor, with a bit of Gabriel WHAT: (Re)-meeting. WHERE: A random sidewalk on the Vegas Strip. WARNINGS: Highly doubtful.
Ten was doing his best to look inconspicuous and unconcerned about life, if one could be said to look inconspicuous while wearing a long brown overcoat in stifling heat. Still, he was doing his best; his hands were in his pockets, he looked up every so often at the wild monuments adorning the thoroughfare, and nobody would ever have guessed how hard his mind was racing.
Had he been there long enough to save Wilfred? Had the Time Lords gone back into the Time War? What exactly had happened, and why had he popped to this place instead of regenerating? The radiation had to have killed him. Was this some sort of Heaven, like the humans had always hypothesized? He needed answers, but he couldn't get them now. He had his screwdriver, at least, but then again, what did that even mean? Had he ever given it to River Song?
He kept walking, his pace increased. Finding the TARDIS would ease his mind as well. Let that be job one.