It's all AU.

Ianto showered, put on trainers and jeans and wandered out again. He was trying not to find this place creepy; or at least not to show it, keeping his muscles loose, and looking curious more than anything else, hands in his pockets. He wished he had a gun. No such luck.

He headed towards the coffee machine, grabbing a cup and trying to to be freaked that it tasted like his. "Tell me I'm projecting," he said out loud, absently.

Koschei ambled down the streets, hands in his pockets as he whistled happily to himself. He'd slipped back out into his reality, returned to Gallifrey, ran a few duties that the High Council had for him to attend to, only to fall back into this place just as he was leaving Galsec Seven. Koschei was, quite frankly, relieved for the break.

Anne blinked as she turned away from the gravesite to find herself someplace she'd convinced herself was a dream, with her memories of it all jumbled and fragmented. Maybe not a dream after all?

Shaking her head, she headed for the hotel, and the bar she remembered was there. A bar she distinctly remembered having a conversation with someone named Jack Harkness, now that she was back here. Better than a snatch of voice and a clear memory of a face that didn't match the one she knew.

Ordering a hypervodka, she settled into a barstool, looking around. There were more people than the last time, none of them particularly familiar. She focused on the one closest to her, and gave them a professional smile, pitching her voice just loud enough to be heard.

"Hello."