Barty pulled Evan more and more. He was getting closer and closer, his favorite words becoming a melody or chant, growing louder and louder until they no longer even made sense in the order they came out. His limbs pulled Evan tight and didn't let go, not relaxing until his body stopped shaking. He didn't move for a couple minutes after.
Then, glancing around, he looked up at Evan, "Where the hell are we?"