"I visited some of the places Tomikins sent you after you were gone. Back when I was still deciding whether or not to kill you as he'd challenged me to do. "How could you have done those terrible things and not realize you'd done it?"
"I have no idea what—"
"Please!" Christine shouted. "The twisted trees, the melted glass, and a huge creature stuck in the middle—what do you think did that? a stiff, hot wind? "It was you!"
Tom felt too weak to stand anymore. He slid down the wall as his knees bent; his rear end thumped onto the hard floor. "What do you... I don't think... you're nuts." That's not possible.
Christine crouched down until her face was level with his, black-crystal eyes shining through her glasses. "You really had no idea, did you? It was you, Thomas; it was you. Extreme amounts of System are flowing through you like pulsing electricity, and you have no control over it."