"Right." Tommy tightened his grip and fell into step as Bart took off once more.
The colors around them seemed to shift and pulse, crackling with pure energy, as they ran until finally with a burst of light, it fell away. The world was back (or maybe they were the ones that left), a familiar blur of color and images that seemed almost limited in comparison. Another few moments more and they were back where they started standing in the deserted paintball arena.
"Do you," Tommy panted, his hands now on his knees, "do that often?"