With one lace in hand he put his now-loose shoe and repeated the process with the other. He tied the two shoelaces together to create a cord well over a yard in length. He then began looking around. Something delicate, just to see how it comes out... The old Victorian wallpaper was peeling back. Pulling out his small pocket knife, he cut off a small piece and tied the end of his shoe laces around it. "Let's see what's on the other side."

Like he had when he went fishing on a budget as a kid, Riku had wrapped the end of the shoe string around his hand. Using the other, he tossed the chunk of wallpaper. To his surprise, the vortex had a pull. The wallpaper piece hovered right in front of the wormhole, tethered only by the shoe string. Riku gave it a little more line, but the very moment the end entered the wormhole, he found the line instead pulled him. Riku stumbled forward before catching himself and pulling back hard. In that brief moment he had his ground, Riku felt his sneakers slide against the floor and his hair flying forwards. The shoe laces were painfully cutting the circulation from his hand.

The pull from the wormhole increased, pulling Riku forward again. As he stumbled, he let go, but too late. He found himself far too close, and he spun to grab the door frame as an arm was pulled in. Riku grunted in pain as his shoulders strained. His hair and vest were being pulled back, tugging against his shoulders and head.