H. B. Fyfe

“ Still, at what must be a huge distance, we faintly but distinctly sense the star-minds—the Klygha, the cat, and even Halloran. It is enough to show us the direction of the Terran's star. We feel this direction change as the Light moves across the sky, and now we realize that the world beneath us spins. We will always remember the star of the Terrans and its direction, while we collect other herds of people to help examine the wreck of the Klygha's ship. ”

“ There is a little of everything in the sea, but he is too impatient. He considers that life does not last long enough. Is it possible that a Klygha does not live as long as we do?
Joe takes the Klygha into the helicopter, which he moves closer to the wreck. They both crawl inside to get the things the Klygha wants. He would like not to take the Terran inside but is afraid to deny him. Joe helps him carry some supplies outside. He also makes a bright light to flash many times. Through the Klygha's mind, we understand that Joe makes what he calls "pictures" as a way to remember what he sees. ”

“ The cat dreams—it fears. We fear with it. The mouth chasing us is filled with shining teeth. The cat dreams that it runs. What is it to run? We ache to flop into the sea and swim away. The cat makes growls and hisses.
Partly, it is served by the Terrans. With food, with tickles. It does not work or hunt. Yet it is not their herd-mind. They have not a ... no, they have many independent minds, many movers. The Klygha has one; but there is one of him and four Terrans. One in his travelling-shell, back ... there. Four in this shell balanced, pointing high, before us. And the cat. ”