Anyone from Torchwood Three Jack had taken the advice of the other.. him, and found an empty room, on the ground floor, one with a single small window, and a curtain heavy enough to block out daylight, mostly. He set the chain on the door, but left it unlocked before he checked the bathroom, a small smile crossing his face at the large tub half-sunk into the floor.
He lost track of how long he spent in the tub, soaking away layers of grime, changing the water, and just trying to relax. The hot water did well on getting rid of the dirt and dried sweat, but he still jumped at the slosh of the water, the faint sounds from outside, muffled signs of life.
There was light creeping under the curtain when he dragged himself out of the bath, and to the bed, nearly tripping over his own feet before he fell into it. Soft, molding itself to his contours, and warm once he'd thought to pull the duvet up over his head.
He half expected to be back in the dark and cold when he woke up, and the warmth and softness of the bed disoriented him until he could dredge up the memory of the night before. Of falling on his ass on a rooftop where there were several others... all himself.
Warily, he peered out from under the covers, blinking at the dim light that painted the room in soft-edged shadows, just barely outlining a small chest of drawers, a single stright-backed chair, and desk with an unlit lamp.
If it was something cooked up by his sensory-deprived brain, it was holding, and going along with it made more sense than not. If it was a game of the Master, he really didn't have much choice but see it through to the end, whatever that was.
He slid out of the warmth of the bed, only shivering for a moment in the slight chill of the room as he limped to the dresser. Soft trousers and simple t-shirts were in the drawers, along with thick socks and a pair of heavily-padded slippers. Kinder on his feet than boots, and he juggled the idea for a long moment before slipping them on.
Slowly making his way down the hall, he peered into what looked like a dining room, scanning it for any sign of... well, he wasn't entirely certain what to expect here. Trouble, eventually. Of some sort. The Master wouldn't let him relax too long, just long enough to let his guard down, and then...
Jack shook his head, slipping into the room, keeping close to the wall, his back to it, so he could keep an eye out for anyone coming near him. He chose a table in a corner where the shadows were darkest, jumping a little when the server came up to hand him a menu, and set a glass of water on the table in front of him.
He took a long, grateful sip of it, watching the rest of the room. Not many people at the moment, and a few of them familiar. He caught the eyes of one of them as they looked in his direction, hesitating before smiling, a little hopeful, a little manic, and a lot broken.