The creature seemed to be making for the terminal, and Data moved back to allow it access.

Small creatures move among man's works, and there seems to be nothing for us to do.

The more he revealed the less terrible the creature seemed.

These poor creatures seemed to be neither well off nor happy.

The creature seemed to grin at her as it opened its arms.

But then the creature seemed to become aware of a new scent.

Then the creature seemed to lose interest, and dissolved away again.

For the first time, the creature from the future seemed to hesitate.

For a moment the creature on it seemed to ride the wind.

In the reflected light the creature seemed to be smiling.