Oh, he does not like that. The last book that had moved on its own had swallowed him and his brothers, transporting them into a mystic library- one of those rare instances in which Donnie hadn't much minded the whole mystic factor. This however is a completely different feel, almost ominous.

It's a jarring sensation, confusing for the sudden shift, and as the memory plays out, Donnie's not sure where he is and where the boundaries of the memory he's been sucked into are. He feels like he's both watching and experiencing it himself, the general sensation not helping set any lines between them in that fear, that panic-

The sudden quiet is almost deafening as Donnie gasps, finding himself back in that little room again, trying to catch his breath. He stares almost uncomprehendingly at the door that's suddenly just there, like it had been there the whole time. Swallowing, he looks back down at the book.

What was that? That's a terrible memory to have as your earliest, and it only makes Donnie wonder. He shakes his head. He had no right to see that. Would Dustin know?

Slowly he backs himself away from the table as though concerned that another book might jump at him, subject him to more secrets he shouldn't know. He turns towards the door, still wary, but he finally reaches over to open it and hopefully finally get out of this place.