Their voices were fading, the feel of their skin on his was lessening, and the darkness descended again. Where he'd gained by inches just moment ago was lost and the tunnel closed in on him again. Not even a pinprick of light remained, just the barest hint of pressure in his mind, on his hands and body.
losing...lost. tired...falling...
Ron thought he could almost hear the presence laughing now and he had to work to remember why this wasn't a good thing. It was there, on the tip of his memory, but it was hard to concentrate in the dark when his entire being was exhausted to the point of collapse.