It's all AU.

"Get rid of one, and a half a dozen more pop up. They're like roaches -- or maybe weevils. Either way: I don't like it." Not one damn bit. Spike could be blamed for the less than warm reception the news of vampires being around the place was getting from Jack.

Thanks for sharing, Brant. Thanks a lot.

"I need a gun," Brant announced to no one in particular. "A really big one. You want to go shopping for one with me?"

"What do you mean you don't want to come home?" he said into his phone.

He did not look happy. He looked even less happy when he was (apparently) hung up on. He turned his phone off and managed, though just barely, to put it into his pocket instead of threw it. He also snarled and cursed.

He approached the first blue telephone box he spotted and rapped sharply. When the door open he said, extremely precisely: "I have lost my TARDIS. And I do not mean that she didn't come with me."

He was sitting at an outside cafe, bag of ice held to his (swelling and blackening) eye. "Well. That went well." His tone was dry and self depreciating, but not without some humor.

He was squinting up into the sky with a quizzical expression. He pointed off into the distance. "Was that there before?" he asked. He was pointing at a very slightly 'wavery' spot in the sky -- a place where the air looked like it was being warped by something.

Mulder was in the hotel lobby. "You think they're putting something in the water?" he asked, conversationally.

He waited until River seemed to having a good day before he tracked down Jack again. Fell into step beside him, seemingly calm and steady.

"How are you?"