It's all AU.

Benton left the hotel, and began patrolling the streets, trying to get a handle on what sort of place he'd been dropped into. The Professor was right. It looked like a fairly ordinary town. Like a suburb of London. Parks, shops, restaurants. No cars, though.

And no telling who he might run into, friend or foe.

His night with a child who could have been -and in some universe was- his son spent tearing down psychic walls and unearthing old memories, time spent with an alternate version of himself, and a conversation with Professor Yana, and Jack had just about had all he couldtake. He was confused, uncertain, and emotionally exhausted.

It was, perhaps, ironic that the place he retreated to was the TARDIS that belonged to the source of a lot of that confusion and exhaustion, but it was still the space he'd claimed as his.

He was on his back on the console room floor, arms splayed on either side of him and looking straight up toward the ceiling. When he heard someone come in he didn't get up, just angled his head back further so he could see.

"Hey," he told the Master. He'd get up in a minute.

There were a lot more doors in this place then Jack had expected. After a while, he wished he'd started marking the ones he'd already checked. Then again, who was to say getting out of here didn't involve some roving wormhole.

He could practically feel Carter's eyes glaring at him from across time and space when he thought that.

He opened another door and stepped across the threshold.

"Woah! Hey! Sorry."