It wasn't difficult for Will and Robot to find out where Smith decided to bunk in. It was abandoned starship that had one room and a thin bed that didn't have bars or springs were they normally were. It outlined Smith's basic body shape. He was able to gain some rest with the comfortable accommodation that had been given away as part of Vikari's insistent apology. He had accepted the gift but not the apology.

A feather blew up and down with each snore going further or either closer to his lips while his hands were on his lap. It was odd for starters to see the bed was glowing a hue of gray that had a hint of sparkles. Abruptly, Smith lunged forward with a pant, not only a yelp, terrified as the feather landed on his hairless head. He combed his hand down his face sliding off the feather with a pound of concerned silence from Will and Robot.

"I thought those nightmares were over," Will said.

Smith sighed, briefly closing his eyes then reopened them.

"Some its never really go away," Smith said. "What is it you want?"

"Vikari won't let any of us in," Will said. "Keeps saying that we need tickets."

Smith rubbed his eyes then grasped on to the edge of the bed with a grunt.

"Course," Smith said. "That pesky matter." He looked toward Will. "Been a week, already?"

"It has," Will watched the glowing from the bed cease once Smith was off it. "Doctor Smith, you're really concerning me about having those nightmares. Why not have some help?"

"You are capable of great things, William," Smith said. "I know you are."

"But?" Will asked.

"Don't waste your telepathy on me," Smith said. "Some people have to deal with their demons and live with them."

"It's keeping you up," Will said.

"It doesn't appear as it used to . . ." Smith used a ledge as his support. "The pain I can live with. Get me that vape."

Will picked up the vape then handed over toward the lethargic man.

"Are you sick?" Will asked.

"I haven't been sneezing so no," Smith put the vape into his mouth then inhaled and exhaled.

Smith visibly lit up before Will's eyes losing all traces of lethargy and becoming wide awake.

"Tell your parents to return to the carnival in three hours," Smith said.

"There was quite a crowd gathering and the place hadn't opened," Will said. "People are getting irritated."

"Irritated customers, oh yes, right, that is normal--Irritated customers! Irritable customers!" Smith sent the boy out with his hands carefully on his back sliding him toward the doorway. "That is grounds for a riot! A tragedy always unfolds in riots! Vicky told me the place was made for the customers not for getting money!"

Will landed on to his knees on the ground

"Sounds like a bad business woman just as bad as Cackler," Will got up to his feet.

"Childish woman," Smith put on a long arm band like machine that strapped on to his forearm and shapeshifted once touched his sleeve changing design before Will's eyes. "Not a cruel business woman."

"Sure it is," Will went along.

"Go to your family before I decide to make them wait even loooonger!" Smith said, dismissively.

"See you at the carnival!" Will ran off with Robot lagging behind him as Smith leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded.

"And wait in the ship! It won't be worth waiting under this heat!" Smith leaned forward then picked up a back scratcher then yanked it back and forth.

Will ran on ahead of the ship with Robot tailing behind him.

"First things first!"

Smith used the back scratcher on his back for thirty-three minutes leaning over in between the doorway arched over with one hand on the threshold. For thirty-three minutes, Smith was pain free slowly drooping his eyes close. Abruptly, Smith placed the scratcher on to the table and grasped on to the handle peeking out of a metal object from the edge of the doorway. Smith slid the door aside but stopped two inches so air could come in.

He stripped out of his sleepwear then picked up a clean version of it that was left out in a small box. He reached a hand to behind his back toward his lower back giving it a good rub with care and his hand drifted down feeling along his buttox and began to feel it while contemplating that slowly turned into confusion. He reached his hand back holding something that felt jelly like and heavy.

Smith dropped it to the ground then staggered back in horror as his heart was racing. He looked down toward his lower limbs observing a perfectly curved and like structure standing out below his waste hole. He saw his genitalia was sagging then grasped at it. There was no resistance picking it up from the skin and dropped it among the makeshift pile. Smith quickly crawled to the wall behind him and put a hand on his chest in fear with a scream. He was in the mist of different reactions feeling overwhelmed by his feelings all in various stages of hysteria.

Slowly, Smith got up to his feet then picked up a thick blaster and aimed it at the pile with a trembling hand. He pressed the trigger multiple times until the pieces were completely vaporized and lowered it to the table. Smith patted on the clean clothes beside him then looked down toward his lower half. Smith slid out a drawer then put it on the clothes that he had made himself earlier with material retrieved from alien visitors. Some eccentric, some annoying, some promising, some not minding his changing appearance and asked for selfies much to his surprise.

Once, Smith had been terrified seeing the person underneath the hood and terrified being handled as a puppet. Now, he was the puppeteer. He wasn't quite afraid of himself as much as he was before but what he was becoming was terrifying. Smith slid the hood up then walked out of the ship sliding up the device on top of his sleeve strolling into the barren desert. The large hood provided shade over his head keeping his head and the rest of his body being cooled underneath the black. The outer surface was beating in heat contrasting the lower surface.

He moved under the beating sun making his way toward the carnival then took a back way that blocked view of the disgruntled customers. He came into the back entrance then pressed a button and his entire world lost the brightness. It became shades of bright color that he had last seen in his prior visit. Yet, it felt so long ago. He was different then. Angry, hurting, and bitter. Smith stood out in the dark much as a sore thumb would. He walked directly into the living room where he found Vikari. Vikari was reading a novel.

"I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to come here,"

Smith stared her down.

"Look at me," Smith said. "Look at me," his voice turned harsh yet remaining the calm tone. "Look at me."

Vikari slowly looked up as the cloak fell then fell back letting out a horrified scream as the cloak fell back to the floor.

"I am not in the habit of becoming someones pawn," Smith stepped forward, towering over her, his voice had the tone of intimidation to it that summoned fear. "I don't like leaving my self imposed exile," he hunched over her figure. "If you continue this charade then I may just have to kill you however the cost will be to me. The cost will be worth the customers joy. Just one perfect day."

Vikari looked up at him in terror.

"I have yet to become tall," Smith said. "And horrifying. Are you really disgusted by what I really am?"

Vikari shook her head.

"You are not of Earth," Vikari said. "You are a monster!"

Instead of the expected fury following the man's eyes growing large, Vikari only got a smile and a softened look from Smith.

"That is the point," Smith's deep voice was kind with patience in it. "You don't make a monster into a pawn." Smith sneered, walking off, visibly irked picking up the cloak turning his back toward her. "It never ends well for three parties."

Vikari tapped on the arm device.

"It--it---it--it is down," Vikari said.

Smith was slightly unsteady as he put a hand on his forehead closing his eyes.

"This is odd," Smith grasped on to a table. "I am never this tired. Not so soon after that dose."

Vikari gulped down her fear slowly going up against the wall.

"Let me help you," Vikari took a few shaky steps toward him.

Smith turned toward Vikari.

"I don't suppose you can change this!" Smith's eyes were wide open displaying his rage and emphasis.

"I cannot," Vikari admitted. "I am not a geneticist."

Smith shook his head lowering his head down in disappointment, "You are a entertainment manager."

"A very rich one," Vikari said.

"I might just have to take the madame up on her offer just to be. . . ." Smith softly added strolling from Vikari. "just to look human." He stopped. "Are you rich enough to disguise a part of your own body?"

"No," Vikari said.

"Thought so," Smith grumbled turning away from her. "Now comes the difficult part: Not frightening children on my way out."

"Zachary," Vikari said. "Can you astral project? The way you see yourself?"

Smith paused in his tracks then turned back toward her.

"I am interested."