They watched the man run off, Samara feeling strange and hallow inside. Despite hearing the name, it didn't seem to help alleviate any of the tension inside of her. She still felt just as confused and worried as before.
"Who's Pandora Zurlo, Mum?"
"Not right now, Jase." Samara replied.
She looked up at Theodore, surprised at the concern he seemed to have for them. She hadn't known him that well, yet his concern seemed genuine. "Er, we're fine, I think." Her hands were still shaking on her son's shoulders, betraying her words. "Thank you for asking, Theodore."