She is carrying a ridiculous amount of boxes, all piled up on top of one another. As she moves, one of the boxes fall from the pile, and she leans to the side to look at you without missing a beat.

"Oi! A little help here would be nice, mate!" Donna calls, looking at you and expecting you to pick the box and return it to its place. Somehow, she’s not sure why, but your face seems familiar — as if she can almost remember something…