Screams, a thud - someone's landed on me
Marcus. That's Marcus - I scramble out of the debris
The rickshaw's on its side and there's glass on the road
Ashley's out too, she's gone into full medic mode
Indians arrive from all sides, I'm Ok, I'm OK!
Am I OK? Shaking, I do a quick survey
Tears and laughter and anger and relief
My time, our time, could have been much more brief