It's all AU.

Rowan stared at a mirror in the entry hall, frowning as he kept mussing his hair, changing it before turning to someone nearby and asking, "Do I look like a girl?"

Leaning against the open door of her TARDIS, the Doctor kept her eyes closed, listening to the faint hum in the back of her head, and every so often taking a sip from the glass of whatever cocktail the bartender had given her. Something involving bananas and mangos and copious amounts of alcohol and other elements she was deliberately not trying to individually identify, just letting the gestalt flow across her tongue and down her throat. She'd contemplated chasing after the Master, but the grumble from her TARDIS had kept her from going far.

"Shh. We'll be fine," she murmured, talking out loud even though she knew the TARDIS didn't require verbal communication. A wave of irritationannoyancedoubt flashed back at her, and she grimaced, taking another sip of the drink before sending her own pulse back at her ship, reassurancelovewarmth. "Seriously, we'll be fine. And we'll get back to Mark and Jack before the universe ends." She paused, rolling the glass in her hand a moment. "Or they get eaten."

She wasn't paying a lot of attention to the place they'd landed in, and didn't really hear the person approaching until a nudge from her TARDIS had her opening her eyes. "Hello there. You wouldn't happen to know where I am?" She smiled cheerfully at the other person, before adding hastily, "Besides in a hotel bar, I noticed that when I opened the door, no matter certain other Time Lords assertations to the contrary."

Shaking the sand off of his shoes, Mickey glanced back up from the ground only to be faced with some place that wasn't the beach he was on a few moments before. Instead, he was standing in the middle of some sort of hotel lobby. Surely he hadn't wandered that far. Bad Wolf Beach was practically deserted. He had not marked it for a resort location. Odd.

Raising a hand to rest on the top of his head, Mickey glanced left and right for something that looked even vaguely familiar with absolutely no luck. "Well, shit," He muttered under his breath. "This is just what I needed today."