It's all AU.

Kurt was looking for the Doctor. He'd said he was going to check up on him, and he'd meant it, even if he was starting to feel like a mother hen looking out for everybody he'd met in this place.

Trouble was, the old so-and-so seemed to have gone to ground. Normally, he could have just tracked him down the same way he had that very first time, all those years ago, with Rose. But his wrist computer was frustratingly useless here. Wouldn't even tell him the time for goodness sake!

Well, he knew it was late. But hours and minutes just didn't seem to exist here.

He decided to wait around the hotel a bit longer anyway. There were several other people he wouldn't mind bumping into and this was as good a place to find them as any.

He got himself a coffee and wandered into the lobby to drink it and see who was about.

Owen ran a hand through his hair and closed the text book. There were only so many muscles he could memorise at a time and he'd reached that limit five muscles ago, at gluteus maximus.

He grabbed his jacket and his mobile phone. Knowing his mates, they'd be in a pub somewhere. He'd text them on a way, he decided, and left the small apartment he rented near the hospital – and stopped dead in his tracks.

He hadn't stepped out on the stairs, he'd stepped outside. His apartment was on the second floor. And the outside wasn't Cardiff, either, it was a village. A village with grass and smell and countryside.

"What the fuck?" Owen asked and turned around. His door was gone.