'Chainsaw Pete' cont'd

It is temperature and moisture controlled, this world. I am the first to enter. My novel presence causes a stir in the collective unconscious of the room. Hundreds of butterflies flutter up and around me. An orgy or colours batters my blunted senses. My three companions enter behind me. I hear them gasping. Movement catches my attention on my right hand. Two of the pretty little creatures have landed there. No fear. They feel absolutely no fear of me. No conditioning.
Jimmy is feeling it, too. He walks along one wall, mesmerized by the beauty and the innocence. The little creatures are all over him. They line all up and down his arms, in his hair even. He has established some form of rapport it would seem. Tammy doesn't fare quite so well. She is anxious by their presence on her. Despite the beauty, and the gentleness she gives an occasional grunt while shushing one of them off of her. I slowly walk up beside her. I put my hand on her shoulder. She jumps and swirls. Her pupils look a little wonky, one huge, the other really small. “Easy,” I whisper. “They won't hurt you. See?” I say. I hold out my arm where about ten of them are perched, waving their wings at us.
Tammy goes, “Too high. First time in my life. I think I'm too high.”
“Oh no,” I say. I look over at Jimmy. He is laughing at his little friends. “Maybe you should go outside for a bit,” I say.
“See ya,” she says, and heads for the door.
Just then I notice Sam for the first time since we came into this magic world. She is standing in the middle of the room. I can barely see her for all the butterflies on her. Our eyes meet. Through a mask of fluttery wings and dramatic insect colour patterns I see Sam's eyes. She is crying. Oh God, Sam's crying. Then I see her nod at me. It's OK. These are tears of joy today. She is overtaken by the beauty. I walk up to her. I reach my hands out and slowly take her hands in mine. The colours are all over us. My God, but I'm high right now. I can feel these beautiful little bugs all over me. Sam is nodding and silently shedding tears. I lean my face in towards hers. The butterflies seem to sense what's coming and clear away from our faces. With gentle, sweet, colourful beauty all over us I kiss Sam on the lips. The butterflies flutter all around us at this change in energy, then land and settle again. I open my eyes and see a green and pink butterfly on the end of Sam's nose, between us. “I love you,” I say.
Sam's eyes go wide. The tears come again. The butterfly perched on her nose flies away. Sam starts to nod. “I know,” is all she says. She knows.