At some point during his trip down memory lane, something clicked in Donna's head. Sure, it might've just been the vodka starting to get to her, but she could swear there was something-- she didn't know, but it was something about him. "Nothin', I just-- you said traveling, and I got to thinking it's traveling the way I used to travel, and, well-- and for a second there, I thought you might have somethin' on your back! It was just a shadow, though." She shuddered, glancing over her shoulder to make sure nothing was on her back while she was thinking about it.