Marvin didn't know whether Friday, whose body had been borrowed, had any consciousness. If it did, then meeting Levin must have been a moment of happiness—like a beautiful dream right before death on that sunny afternoon...
"Arabi deliberately left Friday here."
Fat Orange, who had been silent, stared at the corpse of the blue kitten and suddenly said, "What is false, and what is real? If we don't expose Arabi's schemes, could Friday continue to live? What we've exposed—was it really Arabi's conspiracy, or was it Friday's beautiful dream?"
"I don't know," Marvin said.
"How do you plan to explain this to Little Mei?"
"I don't know."
Friday was dead. A cat lost its partner, someone lost their beloved feline, and both people and cats fell into a brief confusion.
