It's all AU.

This place is incredibly cruel. So cruel.

( ooc note )

So, he was in a strange nexus were people from all over time and space, and even alternate universes, kept finding themselves. No explanation. There was at least one alternate version of himself about. He didn't like to think about what he knew about that universe at all. Best to just go the other way, if he saw himself, until he'd had some time to digest this new information.

Still, it was hard to tell how worried about this anomaly he should be, so he should gather some more data. The town itself seemed real enough. Maybe he could find a place to get a spot of tea, and find someone else to talk to. He wandered down the street looking for a shop with tea, and other customers. He wondered if he'd see any familiar faces, aside from his own.

He certainly didn't need a lot of sleep - not by human standards, anyway - but he couldn't go forever without, either. Eventually, he got tired. Eventually, he needed to go the hell to bed.

When eventually rolled around, he was left with a choice. He could go back to the TARDIS, which had infinite space, and damn near as much possibility for people who could have a key and come waltzing in, or he could have a hotel room with less physical space and chance of having unexpected (and possibly unhappy) company.

He was worn the hell out, from talking to past and future and alternatives to the people he'd loved and lost and killed and hated and fought with and, apparently, fucked or been fucked by and oh, what did it matter? He just wanted somewhere to curl up, go to sleep, and be left in peace.

Which did not explain how he ended up passing by a lot of completely empty rooms to go to Professor Yana's.

Maybe he was more self-destructive than he thought, but he didn't really want to be alone and of all the people here, Professor Yana was who he felt safest with. So, he let himself into his room. He crawled into his bed and curled up facing the door. He fell asleep waiting for the old man to get back.

Brant had found a set of interconnecting blocks in the toy-store, and dragged the thing back to the hotel. At the moment he was at a table near the door, glass of water at his elbow, building what looked like some sort of multi-colored spaceship.

It was late. There wasn't a whole lot to do. He was making his own fun.

He was sitting in the bar, with a martini in hand. He was at a table instead of the bar proper, leaned all the way back in his chair, feet propped up on the table. His talk with Jamie about it being like vacation had been accurate - he'd gotten comfortable here. Comfortable enough to let himself have a (one) drink.

When he heard footsteps pause behind him, he pushed himself back to look up. "Do you know me?"

Didn't matter if he recognized them or not. It was a standard question around here.

He was walking away from the dining room and out of the hotel. He had a cup of tea in one hand and was humming softly under his breath. When he spotted someone headed the same direction as him he pulled the door open for them, and held it. It got him out of the way, and kept the door between him and them. He did not, however, turn instantly into an asshole. "Nice night."