Nobody wants to be the one to bring it up, but Olette seriously worries that one of these days, it's going to be the cause of great embarrassment, like when you're showing off your favorite Prada purse to your BFF and she gives you a weird look and mentions that she saw that bag in Target about a year ago; which neither Hayner nor Roxas really understand, but when Olette decides something is a big deal, it is a Big Deal. So it's very reluctantly that one afternoon, while they're hanging out on top of the clock tower like usual, Roxas loses a nose goes and says:

"Uh... Pence? You do know that your jersey's a bootleg, right?"

"Whaaat?!" Pence makes an expression of utmost horror as he grips his ice cream stick defensively. "What are you talking about, man?!"

"I mean that," Roxas says, pointing at the red jersey Pence is currently wearing, which he always wears, which is his favorite article of clothing except for maybe that stupid purple bandanna; the jersey which features a graffiti-style dog printed next to obnoxious text that proudly proclaims, "DOG STREET."

"No way!" Pence exclaims. "This is a one-hundred percent genuine CAT design! The guy I bought it from said so!"

"Was this a guy you met in the tunnels?" Hayner asks.

"Well, yeah, but..."

"Look, Pence," Olette says, "even though it's not legit, it's still a... cool jersey," she says with her left lower eyelid twitching slightly, "and if you like it so much, just keep wearing it. I mean you've got it now, might as well get some good use out of it."

"Yeah," Pence says sadly, looking down at the happy puppy frolicking its way across the jersey's front, blissfully unaware that he's a dirty fraud.

"What I wanna know is," Hayner says, "how'd you go so long thinking it was actually designed by CAT? I mean the dude's name is CAT. He's from Cat Street. I mean, seriously, Pence?"

"Maybe it used to be called Dog Street?" Pence suggests.

The others laugh. "Hah, right..."

Sanae Hanekoma looks down from the top of 104 at Hachiko, keeping guard just outside the Shibuya station like always. "Dogs are the best," he comments. Then he sighs. "Man, I wish you hadn't gone and re-Imagined that street," he says to the boy next to him. "I did a design based on it once, you know. But now nobody gets it."

"Hm." The boy spots what he was waiting for; a shock of orange hair in the midst of the crowd. "I like cats better," he remarks as he hops down from the building.