It's all AU.

Jack slid into the stool across from Rowan, glass of water in hand. "Hey. I'm Jack. Harkness. Do you know me?"

It seemed to Estelle that more and more people were showing up in Elsewhere -- she'd taken to calling it that in her head ever since her discussion with the professor -- every day. She wondered where and when they were all from; how they'd ended up here.

"Well, you're not going to find out unless you talk to more of them!" she exclaimed, mostly to herself, as she took a seat in the lobby of the hotel.

He'd walked into the bathroom one morning and found himself back in the dingy flat he'd been living in for the past five years. He didn't remember a damn thing. He went back to worry and panic and defensive anger, easy as could be. He stayed there for two and a half weeks. Give or take a day.

Then he woke up, nauseated beyond anything he'd experienced in the past few months. He bolted for the bathroom, stumbled through the door and found himself - back in the hotel, fortunately in a bathroom.

He came out of the room a few minutes later, into the hall. He was greenish white, jaw set and hurting and sick and pissed the mother fucking hell off.