It's all AU.

Anne blinked as she turned away from the gravesite to find herself someplace she'd convinced herself was a dream, with her memories of it all jumbled and fragmented. Maybe not a dream after all?

Shaking her head, she headed for the hotel, and the bar she remembered was there. A bar she distinctly remembered having a conversation with someone named Jack Harkness, now that she was back here. Better than a snatch of voice and a clear memory of a face that didn't match the one she knew.

Ordering a hypervodka, she settled into a barstool, looking around. There were more people than the last time, none of them particularly familiar. She focused on the one closest to her, and gave them a professional smile, pitching her voice just loud enough to be heard.

"Hello."

Anne stepped out of the hotel, yawning slightly, looking up into the bright sky a moment. She'd spent the last day or so to herself, trying to settle her mind. And stopping at the store to find something more suitable to wear than the formal mourning garb she'd been wearing when she arrived.

She brushed her hair back from her face impatiently as she began to walk down the street, looking for a place to eat other than the hotel dining room. She made a mental note to find something to hold it after she found a decent breakfast.

Not paying as much attention as she should to the other people on the street, she bumped into someone, stumbling a bit, an apology on her lips as she looked up, and blanched. This wasn't possible... he was dead. She'd helped bury his body, only a year ago.

"How can you be alive?" she whispered in shock.

Rowan stretched out on the grass and watched the sun move through the sky, the duel moons pale and white against the blue blue sky. It looked like Earth. Some earth, at least. Until you looked at the sky and saw it was nothing but. "I really should have paid more attention to astronomy."

Sky Gypsy responded as freely as she ever had, and it was only seconds before the clouds closed in, hiding Owen and 21st century Cardiff from the brief glances that Diane let herself take. She had no clue where the rift would take her, only that it would take her somewhere else, somewhere new, and she needed that. Needed somewhere people weren't going to have expectations of her, somewhere she could be herself. Somewhere she could fly.

There was no indication of any change, even in the atmospheric pressure, no turbulence, no rain, no storms, but the clouds cleared within heartbeats, to a hazy, milky sky Diane didn't recognise, and a clear field below on the edge of a small town that had to be worth landing in. Besides, she was tired, and hungry, and neither of those made for safe flying.

Silence closed in suddenly when she killed the ignition, comforting purr of engine gone to leave...nothing. No hint of breeze, no birdsong (though the birds had probably been kept at a distance by Gypsy's engine) and Diane pushed the door open cautiously, climbing down and keeping one hand resting on the fuselage while she looked around for any sign of life.

Like the figure approaching from the town-side of the field.

Anne stepped out of the quaint pub she'd found herself in, mentally shaking her head at the young man she'd just run into. Interesting, but young. As young as many of her students. And with as much of the arrogance that being chosen to go to the Acadamy seemed to introduce into all but a handful of those students. Tolerable, she supposed, but not very helpful when one is lost.

Looking around, she sighed when she found the buildings around her resembled the late twentieth or early twenty-first century architecture as much as the inside of the pub. So much for hoping the pub had been into an authenic historical appearence. Chosing a direction, she began to walk, hoping that perhaps she would find some sort of information booth, even if in this century, she suspected she'd find a map and printed brochures instead of a computer interface.

Though there were people on the streets, and it was possible one of them might be able to lend her assistance. If they didn't think her crazy, asking the date and place. She let out a small snort at that thought, and put on her smoothest professional smile as she approached the nearest person.

"Pardon, but would you happen to know where we are? I'm afraid I am a little lost."

So. This was death. There wasn't anything else it could logically be considering he was clearly someplace that he had not been several seconds earlier. He hadn't expected to still be able to see and hear and feel and...well, he hadn't expected any of his sensory perceptions to still be intact. He had expected darkness, nothing, perhaps quite a lot of pain from the force of the explosion. But apparently all of his assumptions had been wrong. Death looked suspiciously like a London pub. And another thing up on his list of unexpected developments.

"Well, I suppose I should make the best of it," Adric said, frowning to himself as he took a good look around, suddenly realizing just how starving he was. Dying really did a number on your appetite.