It's all AU.

John walked back into town. Still dazed, and not really thinking straight, he wandered until his legs near enough gave out. He slumped under a tree, leaning his head on his knees, curling his arms around himself protectively. His head felt like it was going to split open from pressure, and his whole body hurt.

He desparately wanted a shower, but he couldn't summon up the energy to stand, let alone find the hotel room. 

Tears began to flow down his face unchecked, as he smacked his head back hard against the tree trunk and howled.

He'd had a good shag, a good sleep, and he'd sorted things out with Jack. Even if he was still a bit moody about this place and the people in it and not being able to get away, he was feeling better.

He went and found the carousel he'd magicked out of thin air, sat on a horse and rode the thing, round and round and round, all by himself. Grinning like a madman.

The Doctor was, frankly, hiding in his TARDIS. He'd run away from what had happened with John and left someone else to fix it. He'd ended up here - and then been confronted with his own possible future and it had scared him. He spent several hours just walking the corridors of his TARDIS, because if he couldn't run, at least he could walk.

He ended up, as always, back in the console room. Still pacing.

The Doctor was standing in a field at the edge of town beaming with pleasure at the old-fashioned carousel – complete with hurdy-gurdy music and horses bobbing up and down – that he'd just imagined into existence.

Continued from here.

The Doctor knocked on the door of the other TARDIS and waited. Impatiently. Hoping someone was in.

He'd been a bit sceptical about there actually being a jailhouse, but there it was, on the edge of town, just as Jack had specified.

He'd also been a bit sceptical about John still being there - he'd seen the guy imagine an intricate and fully-equipped bedroom; he was sure he could imagine a door out of a cell - but there he was too, asleep on the cot in the corner.

The Doctor let himself silently into the cell, locked it again behind him, and leaned back against the bars to wait for John to wake up.

The Doctor perched on a stool at the bar in the hotel. "What's good to drink?" he inquired of the person next to him. "I'm feeling experimental."

The Doctor was sitting at a table outside a cafe with a plate piled high with pastries and buns. Oh, and a pot of tea. He'd had a huge fight with Jack about not having told him he was immortal and coming home stinking of Jack's ex-lover, neither of which he'd been able to justify very well, and Jack had stormed out on him, leaving him feeling confused and guilty.

He'd pottered around the TARDIS for a while, but he'd ended up slinking along here to see if large amounts of sugar and tea would sort him out.

John was thrown to the ground unceremoniously by his landing. He got up and started dusting himself down. He looked up, squinting against the light. Seemingly he was in some sort of open plaza of a town. He tapped at his wrist strap, attempting to get some sort of idea about where he was, but it didn't want to play. He shook his wrist, and put the strap to his ear. Nothing useful. The Rift energy signature that he'd been using had seemingly disappeared too. Typical. Those things were always far too volatile to travel accurately by.

"Huh."

This definitely didn't look like the Cardiff that he was expecting to land in. Damn. He rolled his head back on his shoulders, earning a satisfying click. 

He stuck his tongue out, there was an odd tingle in the air he couldn't quite place. Not instantly recognizable as Earth anyway. This place felt like it crackled. Interesting. Maybe he'd stick around here for a bit after all, Cardiff could wait. This place could prove to be useful, and John was never one to turn down a challenge. Now, priorities. Ah, he could see someone walking across from him. He whistled loudly to catch their attention.

"''Cuse me mate, don't suppose you'd know where a guy could get a decent drink round here, would you?"

Wandering the park, the Doctor had found a round pond with a fountain that he'd swear hadn't been there before. Since it was rather hot today, he'd taken off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers and was sitting on the low wall with his feet in the water, kicking and splashing a bit and idly watching the water from the fountain sparkling in the sun.

Jack had napped. Then he'd left the TARDIS for the hotel.

He got a cup of coffee and glanced around the dining room, while he was pouring. It didn't take him long to grab a cup of tea to go with his coffee, and walk over to the Doctor. He put both cups on the table and sat. "Hi. I'm wrong and you're the Doctor. Let's talk."

He'd been back a couple of days. And he'd done his best not to start thinking and thinking about everything he'd learned on his last visit, about his future and the Master and - well - everything.

But eventually he wound up standing in front of the TARDIS belonging to the other Doctor and Master he'd met before, straightening his shoulders and knocking on the door.

"And don't forget the b-" Jack called over his shoulder as he walked into the hothouse only to cut himself off as he...suddenly was not surrounded by alien flora.

Instead he was surrounded by alien furniture.

"...Interesting."

He looked around, then walked over to someone, hands in his trouser pockets and on a knife. He smiled charmingly, asking nicely, "I don't suppose you know where the hell we are, do you?"

( The Doctor and Jack arrive in Whoville - cut for length )
Jack laughed. "Come on, Doctor! Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Anyway, it looks safe enough." He gave the Doctor a little shove, making him stumble out of the TARDIS into the library.

The Doctor immediately turned to check the TARDIS hadn't disappeared the way it had last time. It hadn't. Jack was still there in the doorway grinning at him. The Doctor slowly grinned back. Ah well. At least this time he had his own Jack.

The Master was sitting at one of the tables savoring a shot of whiskey as he waited for people to show up. He'd traded out of his usual politician's suit, for a longer, more closely tailored knee length jacket, and had actually lost the tie. The white rose remained pinned, of course.

Everything was set up. Tables, large enough for 4 or 5 people to sit comfortably, around the outside of the room. Food and open bar at the far wall from the doors. And still a fairly large space in the middle for dancing. It was going to be interesting to see how many people showed up, because frankly he wasn't sure what the population of the town was. He couldn't help but wonder, given the malleable and mind bending nature of the this place - if more people showed up then could really fit, would the room mysteriously seem bigger? It wasn't a completely absurd idea, here.

As predicted, there were no Doctors with red roses and black converses in sight, yet.

The Doctor wandered out of the hotel dining room and into the bar, looking for an after-dinner drink and some company.

When he saw a familiar figure at the bar, he grinned and ambled over, even though he could feel the Vortex radiating out of this one from the doorway. It was time he dealt with his aversion to how wrong Jack felt to him.

"May I get you another drink?" he inquired, eyeing the nearly-empty glass in Jack's hand.

The Doctor spent most of his morning in the room he'd arrived in, walking in and out of the wardrobe in the hope that it might send him back home.

Eventually, he gave up in disgust, went downstairs, picked up an apple from the dining room and wandered out into the street, munching.

He hadn't got far before he saw a very familiar face coming towards him. "Ah! You must be the elusive other me!" he exclaimed jovially, ambling forwards.

The Doctor was sitting at the bar of his favourite pub with a glass of something yellow and apparently containing bananas, amongst other things - he hadn't asked what but they were definitely alcoholic. He wasn't a big drinker, but he felt the distinct need for something strong just now. He was still trying to process everything he'd learned from meeting a future, female version of himself, and a very different and strangely sane version of the Master.

When he became aware of someone settling in at the bar beside him, he muttered into his glass, "I hope you're prepared to be ranted at, if you sit there."

The Doctor lay on his back in his favourite spot in the park, gazing up at the stars, a big box of chocolates at his side.

He was finally - finally - starting to get bored with his holiday.

"I miss my TARDIS," he grumbled.

The Doctor had found a pub with a pool table and was amusing himself trying to pot balls at random.

He wasn't very good at it. His latest attempt sent a ball flying off the table and halfway across the floor.