It's all AU.

The Master flopped in a chair in the hotel lobby with tea, and took off his gloves. Stared at the healing gash in his hand, and then flexed his hand into a fist, looking thoughtful, before slowly relaxing it.

He had his coat on, but it didn't quite cover the purpled bite mark.

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"Yeah." The Doctor scowled at the street a moment. "A lot of people could be here."

Gray looked down the street again, carefully stepping out of the TARDIS, looking over his shoulder to make sure something didn't happen to it, the Doctor's earlier actions making him wonder if it would just vanish. He spotted someone coming down the street, and tensed, frowning.

Brant was outside with a book. He was sprawled out, flat on his back. The book was being held up both so he could read without sitting up and to block the sun. When he heard footseps he looked back. "You look familiar." He was... being sarcastic. There were versions of the Doctor all over the place. He still knew which one it was.

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Looking over the selection of drinks a moment, he settled onto a stool, and requested a bottle of Ogden's finest out of sheer perversity. And a desire to get pleasantly tipsy in relatively short order. Just tipsy, he didn't need to run into someone dangerous while drunk. He chuckled to himself.

"Someone dangerous indeed," he murmured, carefully pouring a measure into a glass as he glanced in the mirror, searching for any familiar face.