It's all AU.

Brant spotted one of the men he recognized as the Doctor, of some incarnation or another. He poured a cup of tea, took it over and handed it to the Doctor. Then he curled up beside him on the couch.

John had had it to the back teeth with the cell he was in. 

He'd had a go at jimmying the lock with a nail he'd found stuck in his boot sole, with no luck. Well, he hadn't really expected it to work, but it had been worth a go. This place wanted him here, as did Jack, and to a certain extent, John himself, so it wasn't letting him out in a hurry. Didn't stop him from glaring at the lock every few minutes, daring it to stop it's annoying habit of shifting.

He'd paced out the cell dimensions, going through mathematical puzzles with the numbers. Had made several small origami cranes out of the crappest books Jack had left him, and practiced headstands until he was dizzy. He'd even had a wank, but that only served to make him think of sex, and that just made him want to get out again.

John wanted a drink, a shag and something to eat, and he wasn't too fussy about which order or combination they happened in, as long as it was soon.

Looping his legs over the halfway horizontal bar of the cell door, he was swinging upside down when he heard the door of the jailhouse open. He swung up and jumped to his feet. "About bloody time, I'm dying here."