It's all AU.

The Doctor headed back to the TARDIS, planning on finding his old sonic screwdriver, and doing some jiggery pokery with it.

As soon as he stepped into the console room, however, he saw Jack sitting comfortably in the pilot's chair, reading. Which was a bit of a distraction, albeit a pleasant one.

"Hullo, Jack," he called out warmly, crossing to greet him.

It wasn't cold, but he drew his cloak around him a little tighter as he stepped into the light of the hotel hallway. His eyes were dark, and appraising, looking over the hotel lobby.

He stroked his fingers through his goatee and frowning, murmuring, "Not where I was, Rassilon."