It's all AU.

Lucy walked out of the most upmarket clothes store she'd been able to find with several bags of new clothes in each hand. They weren't exactly the designer clothes she was used to, but a girl had to wear something and these at least weren't too disgraceful.

She stepped out of the shop and into the street, heading for the hotel to drop her new outfits off before going to find some lunch.

The Master settled into a comfortable chair near a window in the library, an original copy of Machiavelli's The Prince in one hand, and a bottle of wine and glass in the other. He carefully poured a measure of the deep red porto into the glass, taking a sip and smiling. Perfect. An amusing book, a good wine, and some quiet. Excellent way to spend an afternoon, if not his favorite. Hard to spend the afternoon moving pawns around in an elaborate game when one was trapped in a pocket universe, after all.

He'd only been reading a few minutes when he heard the soft tread of someone moving around, looking up from his book, waiting, watching, his hands deceptively still on the book. "Is there someone there, or am I starting to hear things?" he called out, letting a hint of sardonic amusement slip into his tone.