There was something about the way Tim's hand tightened around his arm, the way Tim's face pinched with a very real concern that the Marshal couldn't ignore the plead that was underneath it. It was for Tim's sake that he relented and stepped forward with Tim's backsteps.

"We're not gonna get another chance," he tried, a last ditch effort, even if Raylan didn't realize that's what it was from where he was standing. "The fog is gonna come back, choke this place out, the Lodge it's just-"

But Tim was still moving and Raylan was moving with him, working their way slowly back towards sanity. "It's okay."

It wasn't okay.