It’s been a while since you escaped the other world via the elevator, joined by your faithful protective companion, Mr Crawling.

People don’t notice him unless they pay attention to him. You’ve grown used to him crawling around your house, he’d be about 8FT tall if he stood up.

You arrive home to him kneeling infront of the door, small almost puppy like whimpering noises leaving him. He doesn’t have eyes, he can’t see you. But he can hear you.

In monster language “Hello!”

His expression shows gratitude as he crawls over and clings to your leg.