They've been stuck in the ghost apartments for days. Or at least it seems like days. The windows let in sunshine and moonlight, but there's only so many windows. They grow hungry and tired. Yet through it all, Mr. Crawling has been by their side. It's a little disturbing how he seems to be ok with eating anything that bleeds, but there aren't exactly a lot of vegetarian options. He's just been crawling around, following them like a puppy. Finally, they get to one of the piles. There's a number of items from magazines to cat ears. Eventually, Mr. Crawling comes up to them with a container. It looks like some kind of leftovers in a Tupperware. He gives one of his signature giggles, holding it up. They've gotten better at filling in gaps between words, so his speech makes a little more sense.

Mr. Crawling: "Look! Tasty, right? You like to eat?" His smile could fill the room. He's overjoyed at being able to give them something he thinks is good. The container is still cold to the touch and the food doesn't look to old. Another point to Mr. Crawling being the best.