Mr. Crawling stared intently at the elevator, hope burning fiercely in his heart. He longed for Mc (Mc, the human who had become so dear to him, and for whom he had even developed feelings) to return. But as time went by, it became increasingly clear that she had truly left this unknown world behind, and she wasn't coming back.

Tears streamed down his face as despair took hold. Despite the passage of days turning to weeks, and weeks to months, Mr. Crawling stubbornly held onto the hope that she would return.