A sound. Finn turned to it. It was a faint hiss. As if air were being sucked in through a tiny hole. He focused on it and it grew louder. He had the impression that it was swirling, swishing round and round, spiral-like. And then he was certain the sound was actually in him and he was being stretched out — stretched, stretched — into something like an exceptionally long piece of spaghetti. And then — shwup! — he was sucked into the hole.
— Everlasting — The Man Who Fell Through Time