Rawley watches Bill go through the portal with growing anxiety.
"Hell Brindle," he said. "I was more than half hoping that they'd go back to camp."
Lighting a cigarette, he checks that his pistol is loose in his holster and that his flap-bag is across his back and out of the way. He rolls and lights one more cigarette and moves up to the portal. His hair slowly rises on his arms, neck and head. He feels the tingle of Something That Should Not Be, but it seems to draw him, rather than repulse. As he touches the glowing blue light, he changes his mind, yelling at the overpowering sensation, like when you know that you're dreaming and keep trying to will yourself awake to no avail. In his panic, he tries to leap back, but the portal draws him forward. And then he is just gone.