It's all AU.

Martha had lost track of how long she'd been stuck in...wherever she was stuck. And more than a little bit fed up of being stuck in nowhere so technically not stuck.

She'd been through the library. She'd studied. She'd thrown something across the room when she'd woken up thinking about Tom Milligan and her hotel room had oh so helpfully provided sex toys in her drawer. If she'd wanted that, she'd have...well. There were enough Jacks around, apparently. Not that she'd managed to meet any of them.

It all added up to the fact that she wasn't in the best of moods when the sky randomly changed colour - twice - and then it rained - and then went back to something that looked like an idylllic Surrey July afternoon. Complete with birds singing and apparently distant cricketers on the green.

And she wasn't even taking anything that could be considered hallucinogenic, so it had to be actually happening.

With a sigh, she stretched out on a handy and rapidly drying bench, closed her eyes, and wondered if it would all go away if she ignored it.

Brant had been around long enough to get restless again.

The party had been a great diversion to walking back into this mess, and the town itself was interesting enough to hold his attention for quite a while, but in the end his attention span had limits and he'd just about reached them.

He flopped into a chair in the lobby, noticed the newspaper on a table beside him. He picked it up, glanced at the date and then snorted, laughed and tossed it aside. Lifted both his hands and pressed the heels into his eyes.

"This place is a joke."

Kathy was restless.

It wasn't often she got any extended time off without at least some paperwork to do. Though she had had some files in her hands when she stumbled into this place, she couldn't read over them any more without knowing them off by heart, and now she was definitely bored.

So she was wandering outside again, frown pretty much permanently etched on her face, wondering if there was actually anything to do around here or whether she'd be spending an indeterminate amount of time restless and desperate to get back to work.

Still, it was a nice enough day, so she wasn't frowning too deeply.

He was either horribly hungover and hallucinating in pain.

Or in the middle of a fantastic, impossible, discovery.

He'd intended to stumble down to the kitchen and have something to eat so his innards would stop sloshing around. He'd been stopped short by the glare of light on the other side of the door. Bright, steady, not flickering. He squinted against it, stepped into the hall, and let the door swing shut behind him...

And wandered on, drawn forward step as if compelled or controlled or...fascinated.

When he reached the intersection of several halls and stood in an open space, he laughed out loud, clapped his hands together and then threw his arms wide, like he could embrace the whole thing. "Brilliant!"