As you come closer to the orb of pure white light, you begin to see shapes moving in it, distorted slightly. Like a portal, except you can feel in your very soul that this is far different from a portal. It's like looking into a twisted mirror, through which you can see several scenes unfolding, too blurry to make out any details. However, at the same time, the discomfort, and sense of wrongness, just goes stronger. Bob, in the meantime, simply looks on, smiling, his face showing clearly that something is about to happen, but remaining impassive about what.