It squishes its sponge and ponders so hard and occasionally Khhhlio?s. It can't taste the Cleo anymore. Probably the Cleo is gone forever and it should move on, but it doesn't want to. Did the Cleo want to leave it?
Calling the Cleo doesn't work. Tap-tapping doesn't work. Trying to get to wherever the Cleo went doesn't work.
It floats away, just a little bit, keeping the Cleo's building in its line of sight. It does not encounter very much interestingness, within that radius. It goes back to the window and calls the Cleo some more for a while, softly.
It ventures further. Has a snack. Comes back. Tap-taps, not very hopefully. Tries saying some of the sounds it learned today. Says some of them wrong on purpose in case that makes the Cleo appear for corrections. Heads out further. Encounters and listens to some goodsounds for a bit. Comes back.
After uncountably many ((six)) rounds of that, it goes a little too far and it can't find the Cleo's window. All of the buildings look the same, but also they all look different from the Cleo's. It looks and looks and looks and looks and looks and it can't find it - it zooms around very quickly in a bit of a panic and when it slows down it thinks that maybe it ended up farther away than when it started.
There are still other adventures to be had.