It's all AU.

Jack studied the person up and down, studying the other before smiling and holding his hand out, "So hi."

He walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room, carrying a cup of tea and actually eating a piece of celery. A night with the Master curled half on top of him was so peculiar that if it had been later (or any time at all, actually), and he'd been a different sort of man, with different physiology, he'd have wanted a drink.

As it was, it wasn't. It wasn't late, it was morning (as far as he could tell). He wasn't a different sort of man, he was him. He was a Time Lord, he had the physiology he had, and he wasn't having a drink, he was having tea and celery. He made a mental note to find some nutella next time, as he glanced around the dining room.

He narrowly saved himself from choking to death on his tea when he spotted Romana. Oh, well. It rather quite figured that she'd be here, and he couldn't imagine it being any less startling than his encounter with the Master had been. He walked over, sat down and smiled pleasantly.

"Hello. Been here long?"

Jack was exploring, still investigating the new place and its ihabitents. He'd come to the conclusion that there were enough people there to keep him occupied for a fair while.

He was window shopping in a main street when he came across a rather attractive blond guy gazing into the window of an antiques shop, and he abruptly started people-shopping instead. He ambled up to the man, leaned rakishly against the window and offered his hand.

"Captain Jack Harkness. And you are?"

It wasn't cold, but he drew his cloak around him a little tighter as he stepped into the light of the hotel hallway. His eyes were dark, and appraising, looking over the hotel lobby.

He stroked his fingers through his goatee and frowning, murmuring, "Not where I was, Rassilon."

The Doctor was away from the town, toward the southern perimeter and at the boundry wall. He was crouched down in front of it, looking intently past it. He could see beyond it - or the illusion of beyond it, but when he approached he was just diverted into a curve. It was very, very disorienting. So, for the moment he was. Well, frowning at it.

He was reading while he walked; it was an acquired skill, and, apparently, one he hadn't quite acquired yet. He kept weaving as he walked, from one side of the sidewalk to the other until he finally, inevitably, stumbled off of the sidewalk and onto the street. He gave the curb an offended look, "What you do that for?"

Which was, of course, the time he caught sight of his younger self. He blinked, frowned, then tilted his head, "You're here then."

The Master was, mostly milling about, thinking. No particular plan. Pondering the question of the bubble they were in. Considering the malleability of the environment. Worrying a bit about Jack and the Doctor.

But he was a bit hungry so he aimed himself towards a cafe, to grab something. And caught sight of an old memory in a beige cricketing outfit. He couldn't help it. He stared for a long moment, because he'd not been expecting any version of the Doctor from before Time War. Although if Romana was here, so of course it was possible. And then he. Grinned. A Doctor from before the Time War meant one unburdened by it. The sight was a bit of relief, he he had to admit to himself.

He'd only stepped back into the TARDIS for a moment, to grab his hat.

Then the ruddy old girl had gone mad - some sort of power surge. He'd lunged for the controlls, but none of the readings made any sense at all. They stopped spinning, but they still didn't make a lot of sense; Time didn't just stop like that.

The Doctor frowned, smacked at the console and got no respose. He gave up and went to the door to poke his head out and look. "Peri-" he bagan.

This was not where he'd just been, and Peri was most certainly not here. The look of slight confusion deepened, along with the wrinkle between his eyebrows. He leaned back into the TARDIS, looked around and then shrugged philosophically.

He stepped out, closed the door securely behind him. He approached the first person he saw and said, very politely: "Pardon me, I seem to have taken a wrong turn. Could you tell me when I am?"