Johnny's still getting used to Novatiana - not just her existence, but the way she feels, the way he needs her there, like to be without her would be akin to not having a limb. Or more than that.

"I know," she whispers again, so soft only he can hear it, her little ears quivering. "I know. I feel it too. I think I've..." She pauses as he strokes a finger under her chin experimentally - she makes a contented little sound, and Johnny finds that her contentment is reciprocal, a shared experience as much as the pain of separation was. "I think I've always been a part of you, Johnny."

"But why haven't I known you until now?" he murmurs, even though some part of him finds this assertion to be patently absurd.

The snort - a horselike sound, not anything he'd have expected to hear in this environment, startes them both, and he turns to find himself staring up at - well, a horse.

"WHOA," he says, and struggles to his feet, a clumsy process without the aid of his hands, as he's still clutching Novatiana to his chest. "Whoa, hello. Where the hell did..."

He trails off, because it's not a horse. It's a majestic fucking unicorn.

"You've gotta be shitting me," he says, then catches sight of the woman standing at the entryway. "Hey, lady! Is this your unicorn?"