It's all AU.

"I think he's in here." The Apprentice poked his head into the building, not as wary as Leela appeared to be, looking around curiously. "It's a little fuzzy, trying to see through the walls. It's better, because they're not all loud and don't make my head hurt and make me get lost because I don't like it loud, but it's harder if I want to find someone. Or if I want someone to find me. My teacher can always find me, though. She has a computer that tells her where I am. It's nice."

He stepped further in, looking around. It was a room full of books, and he peered around the shelves, looking for the one he could identify in his head as the Doctor, but not the same one as the one who'd taught him to make the walls around his mind. He beamed when he spotted a man with blond hair, and dressed in clothing he couldn't actully place in time and space.

"Here! I found him!" He looked over his shoulder at Leela, taking a moment to remember her name. He didn't think she'd told him. He looked back at the Doctor. "She sounds like a cat in the back of my head, hissing and threatening threats to the storm. And you sound like a storm, but not all dark, and not all fire and ice in one, but like distant storm and rain."

The Master wandered about the halls of the hotel, and finally made it outside. He needed some fresh air to clear his head and quieten the drums that had been pounding relentlessly ever since he turned up in this bizarre place.

He grinned as he imagined the Doctor's face when he discovered he wasn't in the TARDIS where he'd left him.

He grinned even wider when he saw who was walking down the street towards him.

The Doctor ventured out of his room feeling rested, and rather more in control.

The hotel was quite large, but he found his way to the dining room, and spent a while watching the comings and goings. Once or twice he thought he saw a face he recognised, but most of these people were strangers to him. There was very little to work with, and nothing to discern a pattern from - yet.

Ah, well. While he was here, he might as well settle in and have a cup of tea.

The Doctor looked around the street he found himself in. He didn't recognise this place, but he'd found himself in a lot of strange places recently. It seemed fairly safe, so he decided to have a look around while searching for the TARDIS. Maybe he'd find a friendly face, or a clue to how he'd travelled here.