It's all AU.

It was still cold out, and John was irritated. Not enough to try to change anything about it, but still..

From goodness knows where he'd dragged up a long black military-looking woollen coat with bright red insignia on the lapels and the shoulder straps, and he pulled this around him against the chill in the air.

He was at the lake, standing on the jetty, when he heard the crunch of feet in the frost-covered gravel behind him. He didn't turn, just sniffed loudly, and took a long swig from the flask of alcohol in his hand. He placed it back slowly in his pocket, then blew hard on his cupped hands, despite the fact that they were already clad in thin leather gloves.

"Some prick froze the damn lake. Fuckin' idiots, " he muttered loudly.