Sometimes she tried to talk to me. “So this is the monster’s lair. I have to be honest, I’m a little disappointed. I thought it would look like something from Buffy or Aliens.” Another time: “You know that flower you gave me? I forgot to put it in water for like two days and it still hasn’t died.” I never took the conversational bait. If Donna thought my behavior strange, she didn’t say anything.
20.2.5 - my guess: Noah becomes the Monster
