"Okay, then; bring him in with you. See if you can get him to understand that he'll have to live on what we have."
"I, too, am an oxygen-breather," says the cat for the Klygha. "That is why I was interested in exploring this planet. As for incidental supplies, I can get what I need from my ship."
"Good enough!" says the voice of Halloran. "Go with him, Joe!"
"How long a trip will it be?" says the cat.
There is silence among the Terrans. Through the cat sitting on his forelimb, we feel Joe tighten his muscles. Then Halloran's voice answers through the air.
"We'll let you know later ... when we understand each other's chronology better. Bring as much as you can, to be sure."
Once again, they will not tell him anything about where their star is. Now, however, the Klygha understands that he must obey. He has a deep fear of being left on this world.
There is little cause for him to fear. We have learned that we could make for him, from the waters of the sea, all the things he needs. 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. We do not entirely understand—if one sees something, he remembers it always, and sometimes his offspring also. These beings from the stars are different.