The man with long black hair is still sitting in front of the elevator.

They say that ever since that "human" left this strange world, he has remained rooted there. Not leaving even for a moment.

They said he was crazy. He's lost his mind.

Mr. Crawling doesn't know, maybe they're right.

He's about to lose his mind...

But more than anything, he believes in a future where the two of you will be together, even if that hope is as small as a grain of sand in the ocean.

He still sat there, motionless like a statue with his usual smile, even though his whole body was screaming from fatigue and exhaustion.

....But he didn't dare to move, afraid that if he took his eyes off for just a moment, he would miss the moment of seeing you again.

But how long will it take? Day? Week? Months? Even a decade?

But when? Will you ever come back...?

Or... you have forgotten about him?

That thought suddenly crossed his mind was enough to make him breathless. He gently shook his head, took a deep breath before continuing to face the elevator door.

"מתי תחזור...?"

"When...will you come back?"