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	He woke feeling calm. For a moment his eyes remained closed while short bursts of warm air wafted over his face, laced with the smell of grass and roughage, a trace of wild flowers, and accompanied by a deep grunting sound unmistakably that of a horse.  

This was odd. He knew it was, yet his mind was amiss of any immediate reason why, thoughts obscured by the inability to recall where he had fallen asleep. The lumpy contours of the ground, the grass against his neck and ear, the extremely uncomfortable bulge of something sticking into his lower back – all things that in no way assisted in removing the sense of being displaced. For the moment [b][i]outside with a horse[/i][/b] was the sum of all the facts he had.
  
Prompted by a small, unfounded sense of alarm, he opened his eyes, blinking twice at the two brown-haired nostrils flaring wide in his face and then quickly sat up, avoiding the animal by swinging to one side and landing his back against the trunk of a large tree. The interest of the horse did not pursue, instead it went to a nearby clomp of grass silently screaming to be eaten. 

‘Not the best place to be sleeping, friend.’  Said the rider, saddled upright and somewhat stiffly on the horse. ‘Many a traffic pass down this road, both civil folk and those who are not. You should know that…’ The rider paused to glance dubiously over his shoulder at the woods that crowded the winding dirt road in his wake, ‘…unless you’re new to these parts?’

The suspicious tone the rider used was not at all subtle. He looked the man on the ground over searchingly, apparently not about to ride off until receiving an answer to his query. His anxious demeanour made no secret of the fact that there were more questions just waiting in line to be asked. 

It was then, while being scrutinized by the rider, that the man on the ground recalled where he was and what he was doing before waking in this place, where, as it turned out, had apparently nothing at all in common with the place he last was. The incomprehensible difference between his current and previous location caused his face to distort in a way that one might look while observing an actual real life unicorn in downtown London.