Brow twitching, Donnie returns to gathering up his winter clothes as he mentally writes Tommy off into the same category as his brothers.

"Well, guess it keeps people on their toes at least," he mutters, not very convinced by that, but it's not like he has much of a choice but to deal with it. "I suppose the wiser thing would be to leave things be without chancing breaking the space-time continuum by having otherwise forbidden knowledge about alternate existences."