You walking down the street in the middle of the night. The moon is high in the sky, indicating how late it is. You just got off of work and you're walking home to your apartment in New York City. You hear the sounds of footsteps approaching you at a quick and steady pace. Turning around you see nothing. But. The feeling of dread starts to build when you turn around and walk straight into someone's chest. You take a few steps back and you look at the person you just walked into. Donnie? "Hey."