When I came to, I had no way of knowing how long I had beenout. It was no longer winter, but a warm spring day.
I looked up. The sky was a warm aqua, but neither sun nor moon were visible. And the cause of this whole thing--the unicorn--was cropping daisies just a few yards away from me. I wasn't in Freeland Park anymore. That much was certain.
"Where am I?" I asked out loud. Not that I honestly expected an answer from anyone.
"You're in the land of Arkadie," the unicorn replied. As weird as things were, it helped to know it could talk. Talking animals can usually be trusted, I guess.