        There was no question that something had been here.  He could clearly follow the unicorn’s footprints to and from the area where they had all been gathered, and he could see the sand was churned up by the feet of something.  He took a few more photographs, then got down on his hands and knees and began searching through the sand.  He wanted to find something tangible, something he could show to someone else—or not—that would be an actual, physical reminder that this was not a hallucination.  