The cat doesn't startle Atticus, but to glimpse it here is a surprise nonetheless, and it succeeds in drawing his attention away from the man and spirit as they labour at their impossible task. The cat doesn't seem to be a Fade spirit; perhaps a shade of the dreamer's mind. He shifts his eyes back to the crumbling building architecture in front of him, and the man at work struggling to put it back together. The sight of it, surrounded by so many other crumbling, incomplete buildings, makes for a dismal, desolate-looking dreamscape.

For a moment, he deliberates over his next move. Then, lifting one hand, he raises his arm up towards the sky--and slowly, the building begins to assemble itself, piece by piece, brick by brick.