It's all AU.

The Doctor lay dozing on the grass in his favourite spot in the park, beside the skins of the three bananas he'd just eaten. He'd go and put them in the bin when he could be bothered to get up.

He was relaxed and content, continuing to enjoying his holiday from the real world and all its responsibilities and memories. There were things he was going to have to face eventually, but he'd been doing a really good job of avoiding them so far.

The Doctor had found an ice-cream shop that he was sure hadn't been there a few days ago. He ordered a huge ice-cream sundae with all the trimmings and sat at one of the little round metal tables outside to eat it, enjoying the sensation of the ice-cream on his tongue and idly watching the world go by.

( Spoilers for Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang )

The Doctor sauntered down a side-street lined with market stalls. He bent over one stall selling fudge and chocolate. He was rather partial to fudge. He picked out a big box, opened it and popped two pieces in his mouth.

Then he stepped back, intending to move on to the next stall, only to find there was someone right behind him. They met with a big bump. "Ooop! Sorry!" the Doctor mumbled, though his mouthful of fudge, turning to see who it was.

He was restless. He was used to being confined to a fairly small area, with a limited population, but he'd been geared up to go somewhere - finally. Jack was fantastic and he was having a good time meeting and talking to people, to be sure, but this morning he was at loose ends.

He took a cup of coffee from one of the server androids, found out where it was meant to be going and took it over himself. "Hey," he said, with a quick, sweet grin as he offered the person their coffee. "Mind some human company?"

Rowan curled his toes, stretched out in the sun in a park near the hotel. He was soaking up the sun, eyes closed and sleepy. "If I fall asleep, wake me up, okay then?" he said, without opening his eyes, sensing someone over him.

Having made up his mind that by landing him here someone up there was telling him he needed a rest after what had been one hell of a year, the Doctor had decided to make the most of his enforced holiday from saving the world on a regular basis.

He ended up at the library and pottered around a bit before selecting a battered old human text on theories of time-travel and settling down in a squashy chair with his feet up on another one for a good laugh.

The Doctor spent the day exploring the town. He wandered the streets, investigated the library and the some of the bars and coffee shops, greeting the people he saw but not lingering to talk to anyone. He didn’t see anyone he knew, anyway.

He sauntered amongst the shops, vaguely looking for a new outfit, but didn’t see anything that spoke to him. He did pause at a shop window with a mannequin in a brown pinstripe suit, but it didn’t look quite right.

He ended up in a park, munching on a delicious pastry from a nearby bakery. It was a beautiful, mild afternoon and when he’d finished eating he stretched out on the sun-warmed grass. He was content and relaxed and making the most of the opportunity for a little R and R. Nothing wrong with letting his eyes fall closed and letting himself drift a little.

The Doctor slept for – well, actually, he didn't know how long – his sense of time had gone all wonky in this place – but it was a long time. When he woke, he felt as well as he'd been trying to convince Jack he was before. He checked the wardrobe again, just in case the TARDIS had decided to turn up (it hadn't), then wandered downstairs to see if he could find another cup of tea.

He walked into the dining room and looked around to see if there was anyone he knew.

The Doctor stepped cheerfully out of the TARDIS – and stopped. He was expecting the Powell Estate, London, Christmas Eve 2006. Instead, what he got was… a hotel room? He turned back to tell Rose oops, sorry, he'd got it wrong again and they'd better try a second time, and discovered the door of the TARDIS had turned into a wardrobe door.

Ah. This was a tiny bit awkward.

He crossed to the room's door and leaned out. He gawped. "Jack?"