This is a fact that has gone patently unremarked-upon, mainly because Donald is likeable and, really, how does one go about saying You know, you shouldn't really exist....

Walter... would have just blurted that fact at some point and while Astrid far too polite to do such a thing, the concept does raise itself again in her mind.

She looks at the photo again, albeit upside-down. If this is a copycat, it's a damned good one. It's... strangely more likely that he's real. She looks up at Donald again.

"You're here, though. Not... that that's a bad thing. It's not. But if you are, then maybe whatever is keeping you here... kept him, too?"