It's all AU.

There really weren't enough sophisticated places here, Lucy thought, ordering her second glass of champagne at the classiest bar she'd managed to find. She wasn't usually one to drink alone, but her husband wasn't here and she didn't have anyone else to ask to come with her.

She glanced around to see if anyone interesting had arrived to talk to.

The Master stalked about the town, drums pounding in his head, savagely bored and looking for someone to take it out on.

Spike was sprawled in a chair in a secluded corner of the library. He was so relaxed and engrossed that when someone approached, he wasn't anywhere near quick enough to hide the volume of Victorian poetry he'd been reading.

He looked up at them with a sheepish grin.