[The door wrenches itself out of Blake's hands and smacks him across the face, making him lurch back]

No. No no no. Not happening.

[There's no looking away. It's in his god damn doorway.]

[Blake backs off and draws up in the classic Unicorn! Uuuuunicorn! pose.]

[His eyes are rimmed with white, but he forces his voice steady and sane.]

The world may be a crock of shit, but there's things I know for sure: the sky is blue, the Mets suck, and there's no such fucking thing as unicorns.