John stopped and exhaled out of relief, a look on his face that said he felt a bit stupid. But it was all right. How was he to know? At least it was just a horse. If it was another bloody unicorn, he was going to be a lot less relieved. He could relax a little. Maybe...
"Binky...." he paused and looked at the redhead. "Did you know that horse was there this entire time? You knew that was there" he asked, pointing over towards the creature. "So what else is hiding around here?" he asked, almost dreading what the reply might be. He took his cigarettes out of his coat pocket, took one out and lit it. The occultist was having a strange day.