Smith landed on his feet then scrambled up looking back and anticipated the arrival of the major. He never came in. Smith pressed himself against the wall with a pant. He had done it. He had done it. He sighed in relief, lowering his head. A safety hazard had successfully made the escape. They never were going to be able to thank him later.

He heard a commotion from afar. Smith looked up to see colorful lights. People in strange clothes, far unique alien individuals, and there were dancing women on the tables. There were two men who stood out at a bar sharing drinks and clean shaven. They looked strangely familiar. Who ever they were, they were better off. Smith tried to take the wrist brace off only to find it wouldn't budge. A fine piece of science was attached to him and he couldn't remove it.

How annoying.

How insanely clever to give him the option of going back.

Almost wish it had been him who had invented the device.

Smith looked over to see a young red head bolting into the room.

"Dad!" the young boy came to the man. "DAD, DAD, DAD!"

Smith counted his blessings to have pulled it off.

Speaking of pulling off: He had to find a mirror, and now.

He surveyed the scene as a young woman in a bright colorful dress came in slamming the door open on him making Smith bolt toward the nearest exit. He had gone used to fleeing when a door aggressively shut on him. He came into the bathroom then turned around. He lifted the shirt and the vest up looking over while carefully holding it up.

The young man from inside entered the room then went over to one of the stalls. Smith stopped raising the two pieces as he stared at his injury. Smith wanted to fall and never wake up. He slid his outfit down then turned around and looked down toward the sink. He turned one of the circular items and water poured out. He splashed water onto his face multiple times as a tall man came to his side.

"Hey, something wrong?"

Smith shook his head with his hands on the side of the sink.

"This is a wretched existence of hell and agony," Smith replied.

"So what's up with the back?" came the inquiring question.

Smith smacked the man's hand before it could reach to the back.

"Don't you touch it!" Smith snapped. "My back is delicate."

"I knew someone who used that excuse a lot," the man replied.

"My pain is real," Smith said, in a sad like manner.

"Sorry if I insinuated otherwise," the man apologized.

"Oh how I could I have used the excuse," The strange blue scientist made a promise. A promise that was unable to be kept. It felt like he had been snatched of asking first if there was a way to die on the mission. He could have asked but he got what he wanted. Far away from the Robinsons. He looked toward the mirror. "Oh, the pain. . . the horrid pain."

Smith straightened himself up.

"Where do you get colorful shirts like that?" the man asked.

"I got it from a hangar," Smith replied. "Madigan street, Madowski street. Right by the accessories station."

"So that is what they are selling," the man said. "Could use some new shirts."

"You might just like them," Smith said, looking over toward the man in a green shirt with shoulder bands that were in three colors. Smith looked over from the man shaking his head. "They are comfortable."

Smith let go of the sink then turned off the water. The man was cleaning his hands as Smith made a slow walk toward the door. Smith remembered the non-human face that he had been unfortunate to see. A face that he prayed that he would never again see. He opened the door leading into the hallway.

He looked over to see the strange blue man with the golden markings on him approaching the man still talking to the red head. Smith dug his feet in, his anger rising at the lying, backstabbing scientist. By the looks of it, he was in uniform taking out a long white item with two restraints. The other man came out to see Smith speedwalking toward the strange blue individual.

Laws could be different regarding assaulting intergalactic police officers.

Smith didn't care, he was here to give him a punch to the face and kick him after falling.

Long as he got the variation of a death penalty then everything was good by the man's book.

"Hello, good fellow," Smith said. "Do you happen to like science?"

The tall, blue-golden man with tusks turned toward the man.

"Yes," the strange blue man said. "I do."

"And do you have irritation with the science community?" Smith asked, as the white cuffs were lowered.

The man and child were puzzled by the abrupt interruption.

"Yes," the strange blue man said.

Smith looked over toward the two humans with a smile.

"You might want to run," Smith then turned his attention onto the strange blue man then delivered a sharp punch to the face. He turned toward them briefly. "Quickly."

The man was taller than the other man about three inches as he stood up then grabbed the shoulder of the red head. Smith was seemingly surrounded by giants in comparison to the Robinsons. The three colorfully dressed humans fled out of the bar. Smith ducked a punch from the intergalactic police officer then guzzled down a glass holding a finger up at the officer.

Smith dropped the glass then delivered a kick spin knocking down the intergalactic police officer to his knees. The intergalactic officer took out a long, gray stick. Smith picked up a chair using it as his shield as everyone held their breath staying out of the way. Smith eyed the intergalactic police officer then over toward that was set behind him then to the other tables.

"Give it up," the intergalactic police officer said.

"You should say that," Smith said.

"I have the Intergalactic authority here and no one is willing to risk punishment," the intergalactic police officer said

"Except I, apparently," Smith said.

"Drop the chair," the intergalactic police officer requested.

"Why?" Smith asked, innocently.

"So I can cuff you," the intergalactic police officer said.

"No," Smith said.

"Drop the chair," the intergalactic police officer said.

"Why should I when you can shoot me?" he shook his head. "That is not how you treat a criminal."

"Just drop it!" the intergalactic police officer said.

"Now, is this a fair fight, sir?" Smith asked.

"No," the intergalactic police officer said.

"This is how I feel when I have the advantage," Smith snickered then jumped onto a nearby chair then smacked the head of the intergalactic police officer sending him falling to the ground.

Smith put the object down with his anger gone. He dusted his hands off walking around the body. The shorter man that he had seen in the mens room was set in the middle of the hall with a shocked look on his face. Smith checked for a pulse on the side of the neck. Smith sighed, relieved. He looked down to see a small screen that indicated how it worked. Smith scanned the holographic screen as he stood up resisting the urge to scratch his back.

It seemed that the way he entered this universe was the only way back to his universe. All of the rounded additions were transparent. Smith looked over in the direction of the other door and bolted. Bars were not the kind of place he liked to be caught in. When Smith opened the door, he saw a familiar hunk of machinery with black accordion like arms that had red claws attached.

"You bubble-headed booby!" Smith said. Heated, crimson anger were in those words. "You said you would step aside for them!"

It was a long but short moment before Robot responded.

"Doctor. . . Doctor Smith?" Robot asked, raising his bobbed transparent helm up in shock as his grill glowed. "This does not compute. This does not compute."

Smith ran out of the doorway speeding by the Robot that turned in his direction.