It's all AU.

Romana was suddenly in the hotel lobby again. Full presidential robes, hat and all, her hair hidden underneath the cap.

She glanced around, trying to process where she was. Sank to the floor, completely unaware of how ridiculous she looked, trying *breathe*. Strange how everything seemed much more overwhelming now she wasn't on Gallifrey, she thought, in a detached way.

John was in his usual uniform, somewhat sweaty and grubby from weapons training. He was checking his sword for imaginary dints, sitting back against a tree, at rest under it. It was early evening, at least what passed for it around here, and there was a chill in the air.

Senses heightened in the dark, John was instantly aware when a twig was snapped beside a nearby tree. He didn't move, and carried on with what he was doing.

"It's polite to say hello, you know?" he drawled nonchalantly.