Hustle in the bustle

Everything’s kind of…different.
The shaking’s stopped.
Hope that lasts.
Crowds.
I’d rather not.
Suddenly I’m being hustled through the bustle.
Who are these people?
Give me space. I need to…
Walking?
No. I’m floating like a butterfly.
Who’s this guy here?
He’s kind of familiar.
Ouch! What on earth’s that?
‘On earth?’ He guffaws.
Clearly this man thinks I know him, but…wait.
Suddenly my earlier words resonate – the hardest blow I have ever taken.
Tunney Hunsaker.
‘Hi Muhammed. 56 Wins, 5 losses. We’re all here to greet you.
You think you floated then?
Welcome to the peace you deserve’.