Mar 22, 2019
To say Donna was confused was an understatement. Question after question brought itself to light and she’s well aware she’s not going to get any answers by staying still. There’s a chunk of memories missing from her mind - if they were even there to start with - and she’s seeking answers. A determined stride down the street has her mind everywhere but on her surroundings, nearly tripping over her own feet when coming to a stop to double take a familiar face in a crowd. “Hey,” she huffs. “Hey!” If her attempt to get their attention was futile, the way she’s reaching for their arm and tugging them toward her will definitely get the job done. “You’re here.” Words, Donna. Use them. “I don’t know where here is, exactly.”
