After what seemed like an eternity of blackness and silence, my senses slowly began to come back, one by one. At first all I could hear was ringing, all I could see was a blurry, white light, but slowly, more noises crept in, a faint beep, and then another, and another, a steady rythm of beeps. I heard talking, no words, but I could hear talking. I tried to look around as the room became less and less blurry. I don't know why I was suprised, I was in a hospital. As I tried to make sense of how I got here I was disturbed by the sound of someone coming in. A doctor, wearing a confident smile on his face and an overly expensive watch on his wrist.
"Oh good, you're up. We were all very worried you wouldn't pull through this, champ."
He sounded insincere, he'd never seen me before in his life, he wouldn't lose any sleep over my death.
"If you're feeling a little under the weather we could prescribe you some painkillers, that was a rather nasty fall, after all."
And with that, it all came rushing back to me, the dead bar tender, the white unicorn, the girls, the girl, my client, the one who trusted me to find her husband. I snapped back to reality when I realised he'd offered me something.
"Uh, sure, thanks."
I sat up, feeling my back snap back into place, it would've been lucky if I'd survived the fall, if I had to spend the rest of my life a paraplegic, but the fact that I was shaking it off so easily was a damn miracle.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Their's a police officer outside, he'd just like to ask you a few questions."
None of this was supposed to happen, I was supposed to walk in that bar, and shake the guy for answers, he wasn't supposed to die, but death had a way of following me around. The cop walked in, he was the serious type, I could tell from the way he wore his tie, and the fact that he wore a tie at all.
"My name is detective sergeant Spy Glass, I'm going to ask you a few questions regarding last night."
He didn't recongnise me, but I almost didn't recongise him, we went to the academy together, we were friends, both idyllic, young colts wanting to make a difference. In a world of wolves and sheep, we were the shepards, at least that's how it was supposed to happen, my first week as a beat cop, I earned my title by putting a mugger in a body cast for six months. Needless to say, I got fired, last I heard, Spy Glass was climbing the corporate ladder, just made detective sergeant, evidently, I heard right.
He gave me a quizzical look, and then a concerned one, he finally recongnised me.
"It's you."
He stared blankly, speechless.
"Its me."
He didn't break eye contact.
"After you got kicked off the force everyone said you became a private eye, then every other week their were rumours that you'd died. I wasn't expecting to see you again. It's been too long, man."
He didn't comment on my matted coat, scruffy mane, or eyes beyond their years, but he'd have to be blind to not notice them. I agreed with him.
"It really has, last time I saw you, you were some fresh faced rookie, talking about stopping all crime like it was actually possible."
For a split second he looked offended at my comments, but i guess he shook it off as good natured banter between friends. His face now looked serious again, but a slight smile cracked through.
"I thought you were dead."
He was suprised I was still alive, we both were.
"Didn't anyone look me up, I'm in the phonebook?"
I said, half-jokingly, the slight smile dropped from his face.
"No one ever cared enough to."
We shared an awkward silence before he gave a clearly false cough.
"What were you doing, jumping from roof top to roof top like the mysterious mare do well?"
He suddenly remembered why he came here and began asking me about the other night.
"You think I have something to do with the stiff in that skin joint, don't you?"
He was blunt before, but I was blunter.
"Do you have anything to do with the stiff in the skin joint?"
He spat my words back at me, almost insultingly. After that, I told him everything, the case I was working, the missing stallion and the white unicorn. He took notes, everything I said wound up in his notebook, and then left, not even a goodbye. After that I got my prescription drugs and checked myself out, after all, I'd barely even started this case and the questions were piling up faster than the bodies.