Konrad was left on his own in the car park. Bound into his true form. People saw him and screamed. Jet, despite having pointed it out, had still made Konrad's error. He still had his powers. He needed blood, though. So he went to get it.
Soon, there were five dead bodies, empty of blood, in the boot of a Range Rover. Konrad was as strong as he'd ever been. He centred himself, hovering a foot off the ground, and mentally probed the silver prison. He found his mind could pass through the silver, and back again. He smiled evilly. He could break this curse. Easily. All he had to do was hide was this body.