After returning from the Unfinished Building, the smell of urine, feces, and perfume lingered in Famous's nose and followed it to its dream.
In the dream.
"Famous! Famous!" Someone was calling its name.
Without opening its eyes, it sat up out of reflex, then raised a front paw next to its head and made a peace sign with its paw––the most popular pose while taking photos with its fans. It had become its reflex.
"Famous? What are you doing…?"
As it opened its eyes, a slightly younger Old Time Tea appeared in front of it. It stared at its peace sign, confused.
Famous quickly put the paw behind its head and pretended to scratch itself. It then tilted its head and looked around.
The long carriage parade team was resting not far away. Kitchen smoke wafted through the air, carrying the nice smell of cooking food.