But someone can line them up

Every head turned at the sight of the large, red Novaxan that came into the station. The chief met him in the hallway.

"Good afternoon. I'm chief Wilkin."

A deep, vibrating voice came from the red Novaxan. Others had been small, petite almost, and looked reminiscent of dolphins. He looked like a shark with a flat face and limbs that could tear a log in half. "Greetings. You can call me Archie."

Chief Wilkin showed him the way to the room the Novaxan female had been being held in. "I trust you've been brought up to speed?"

"No. I denied being given any information. When we share hearts, it must be pure. Unpolluted by outside theories."

Wilkin, as well as every other officer, gave their own baffled looks. "Share...what, now?"

"Memories. Emotions...you wouldn't understand. Your people evolved to communicate more vocally than we did."

Wilkin shook the questions from his head, showing Archie the door he needed. "Well...then I suppose just...let us know the truth."

"That is why I'm here."