It's all AU.

The professor was in the library; he hadn't actually been in there in a while. He was flipping through Astronomy texts and trying to compare the star clusters there to the ones in the night sky here. He wasn't having much luck, but he didn't particularly care; it was distraction enough, for the moment.

The Doctor was standing in a field at the edge of town beaming with pleasure at the old-fashioned carousel – complete with hurdy-gurdy music and horses bobbing up and down – that he'd just imagined into existence.

The Master was vampire-hunting. Night-time, screwdriver ready to inflict pain, stake ready to kill if need be, and creeping through the empty warehouses and office blocks at the edge of town.

He had an inkling that he probably ought to check out the sewers, but he was leaving them for a last resort. Sewers were just so… eurgh.

The Master stepped out of the jailhouse, and did something he hadn't done in good long while. He pulled his gloves out of his jacket pocket, and put them on. It made him feel. A little more clean, and like he wasn't going to taint everything he touched into he could take a shower.

He needed another head and pair of eyes to decide if John was anywhere near ready to be set loose. He went looking for Jack, the one who had put John in the cage in the first place. He would know John and his reactions better, and clearly had th kind of good judgment the Master expected from Jack.

Hopefully, it would be a Jack who would be willing to talk to the Master.