"I did not say that I got here riding on a unicorn," she said, quickly.

"Yes, you did," he said, nodding.  "When I asked how you got here, you said you got here riding on a unicorn."

"You're mistaken.."

"I'm not."

"Maybe my car's name is Unicorn."

"You don't have a car."

"Maybe I just got one."

He stared at her and folded his arms over his chest.

"What?" she asked, holding her hands out in an, I don't know what you want me to say, position.  "Unicorns don't exist.  Right?"

"You drive me crazy."

"I know," she said.

"Why?"

"Why do I drive you crazy, or why are you crazy?"

"You never answer my questions."

"I mostly don't know what your questions are, or how to answer them, even if I do know what you're asking."

"That's because you never tell me the truth."

"I ALWAYS tell you the truth," she said, glaring at him.

"Or some doctored version of it, you mean?"

"Maybe our time together is over.  Maybe we should see other people."

"I can see other people from here.  There's a bunch of people getting on the bus."

"Heavy sigh."

"Did you just say, heavy sigh?  You're supposed to sigh heavily, not say it,  Look, let's keep it simple.  Just a plain yes or no answer," he said, holding up his hands.  "Did you ride on a unicorn this evening?"

"What time is evening?"

"Six," he said, grinding his teeth.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?  You don't know if you rode on a unicorn?  How could you forget whether or not you rode on a unicorn?"

She shrugged.  "What difference does it make how I got here?"

"How you got here isn't the point.  The unicorn is the point.  They aren't supposed to exist, so if you rode on one, that's..."

"That's what?"

"Incredible."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Okay, so I got here on my unicorn."

"Wait!  You have your own personal unicorn?"

"My family raises them."

He started hyperventilating, and she began to dig through her backpack, looking for a paper bag. "Honestly," she muttered.  "You have more problems than a math book."

He sat down on the curb.

She handed him a tiny bag that was filled with gum.  "It's all I have."

She thought he was laughing, as he laid back on the sidewalk.

"Are you ok?  Should I call 911?"

He waved at her and smiled.  "I'm...f...in...e," he wheezed.

"You aren't very tough.  If the idea of a unicorn can flatten you, you'd only last about five minutes where I come from.  You're such a baby."

"Am...n..ot."

"Are too," she squealed, as he tried to grab her arm.

"I thought you li...ve...d around her..e," he said.

"I do.  Sort of."

"Just not all t...he time, right?"

"I walk between planes of existence, if you must know."

"How?"

"Whadda ya mean, how?  I just do it."

"Of course you do."

"We don't really go together very well."  She looked down.  "You probably can't even fight."

"I can fight," he said, staring at the moon through the branches of the trees. "Trust me."

"I don't think so.

"Can I see the unicorn?"

She whispered, and the unicorn appeared, snorting and pawing at the street.  He bent down and nuzzled her neck and face.  She kissed him and ran her hands down his neck.

"He's huge."

The unicorn eyed him threateningly.

"He doesn't like me."

"He doesn't like anyone from around here.  But look," she said, softly.  "It's been a lot of fun.  And I know this isn't fair," she continued, blowing a bit of dust his way, "but you won't remember me at all."  Then she and her unicorn disappeared.

***

"Hey," said the cop, kicking him on the shoulder.  "You can't just lay on the sidewalk like that."

"Why not?" he asked, looking around.  "Wait.  Why am I on the sidewalk?"

"Have too much to drink?  Are you hurt?  Did someone dump you here?  Were you mugged?" asked the cop, suddenly uneasy.

"I don't know.  I don't know how I got here."

"Look, if you can walk, and you live around here, just go home and sleep it off.  That's my advice."

"Yeah, thanks," he said, getting to his feet.  "I think I'll do that."

"Good man," said the cop, watching him slowly cross the street, thinking of all the paperwork he just avoided.