Leon
He could barely walk. Brian had to help him in the car while John manned the machine. They needed someone reliable who could be counted on to keep the rift open and then jump in the car at the last moment.
The planning had been solid. It was the only thing that rendered this slightly better. The pain was constant, hitting him over and over until he felt like dying. His brain couldn't take it anymore; it wasn't possible for a person to deal with so much pain.
Leon slumped in the seat. He needed to last a little longer, just a little and then it would be quiet.
The world became silent before they crossed over as an artery in his brain ruptured.