It's all AU.

The Doctor, with red paper rose pinned to his lapel, was wandering more shops. He wasn't even sure what he was looking for. He'd know it when he saw it.

He looked up and caught sight of Ianto. "Oh, hello, haven't seen you around in a while, Jack'll be thirlled," Grinned broadly. Then paused. "Wait, have we actually met before?"

There was a face he hadn't seen in a while.

"Mr. Ianto Jones," he announced walking over the where the man was sitting. "Care for some coffee?"

Either he'd get some snark about whether he'd learned to make it properly, or he'd get confusion. Either way, it would amuse the Master.

He had been here a while now. Not that he remembered how he'd got here in the first place, or what he was doing here...or what he was doing before he got here.

He didn't even have his journal with him.

He wandered through the street absently, with absolutely no idea where he was going or what he was supposed to be doing next. "Being aimless is really not something I am used to," he said to no one in particular.

He'd remembered being curled up, wedged into some corner of Torchwood, rocking. He could see their faces still, could still hear their screaming, knew deep down that he'd killed them and he'd liked it.

Ianto didn't even realise the scenery had changed, didn't even know that he wasn't in the Hub anymore, that, instead, he was sitting in the middle of the street, still rocking, still murmuring to himself.