"Not who?" Frood seemed to misunderstand what Theo meant but he didn't wait for clarification. He swung back round to the woman and child. They were listening, he realised. They were actually listening. No one listened. His eyes were wide, startled, and he seemed to be flirting with insanity again. "She made me do it," he whispered. "I didn't want to. I loved him. Loved my wife. Watched them both die. It was all her fault. Pandora."
The name came out quiet, as though he were afraid to actually say it. A hysterical sound escaped him and he said it again. "Pandora." He leaned over and made that retching sound again, but nothing came up. He hung the, bent over, panting for a long moment. Then he straightened, staring first at Jason, then Samara, and finally looked at Theo.
"Pandora Zurlo will kill you all." Those six words were spoken with perfect clarity, and then his eyes glazed once more. He let out a strange whopping sound and turned, barrelling through the crowd at top speed.
In moments, he'd hooked a corner, turned down and alley and was gone.