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Ramb's statue stands in the dark room backstage, something moving past him. In the next moment, Ramb lays on the hill formed by the back of the shelter asleep, a cloud casting a shadow over his eyes. His apron is now overalls, and he seems fluffier and less rigid than before. Once the cloud passes over, Ramb rouses, blinking. He holds a paw out to shield his eyes as the sun peaks out from behind the clouds.
Ramb: Light? The...sun? It's so...
The light catches Ramb's eyes and he stares in awe, lowering his hand slightly to gaze upon the sun.
Ramb: Ow.
Ramb covers his blinded eyes back up and sits up, leaning forward to rub at his eyes. He looks back up towards the sky.
Ramb: Wha... -CHOO!!
Ramb sneezes, his dog tail bristling, and wipes his nose with his finger in confusion, the shadow of the clouds passing over him once again.
