Bronius stepped foot on Takuchi Seven out of the transport ship in the coordinates that had been sealed in the message. Her backpack slouched over her shoulder as she looked around the area. Bats squeaked overhead flying into the distance and tree branches gently swayed from side to side. It was the image of spookiness that she had only seen in cartoons exchanged throughout the galaxy in hype for the season that most aliens agreed on calling, inspired off how the Earthlings called it, Halloween. It reminded her of a scene from a booklet with a certain style when introducing the characters and environment.

She was excited and afraid at the same time to see the human in the flesh. As if she were among one of the list of characters living in such booklets. She expected the old man to pop out of the trees and shake his hands in between shouting "Boo!". The idea of that happening made her chuckle. She looked forward to it. She had watched him shove the smallest of the family ahead of him as the fatal blast rippled through his back then his knees bent and land sideways on to the ground. She assumed it had been fatal. Humans could not bounce back from wounds like it. It had been so long ago being the subject of return fire by the major and having to perform a emergency beam out.

"Where!" She turned away for a moment. "Hey, I didn't see her," then back toward him to face the small black laser pistol aimed at her chest. "Oh."

"You have a incentive to let them go," Smith said, softly, sharply, yet calmly. A demeanor that contrasted his previous demeanor around her that was layers of vulnerability. All she could see before her eyes was a strictly professional officer not a civilian. "You go along with your petty, little life."

Her eyes shifted from Smith toward the direction of the Robinsons.

"And what if the Robinsons see this?"

Smith's demeanor failed to change and his grip on the trigger began to press.

"It doesn't matter," Smith said. "We will never see you again."

And apparently, he had decided otherwise as had fate. Perhaps the Robinsons and he had decided to split up after the unfortunate incident. A incident that amused her to no end and left some personal warm memories to look back. The old man's personal pet fear had gotten to him and forced them to leave him behind well supplied but alone on Takuchi Seven. One of his many pet fears when it came to being marooned in space.

The forest reminded her of the one that he had moved into after fleeing with her from the Jupiter 2 after a much needed discussion from overhearing something troubling and upsetting. She never seen a man so heartbroken before. Even from a human, a part of him broke apart at the seams with trouble all around him. This period of loneliness had forced the doctor to change his mind and come around to her. It had taken long enough.

As she traveled further into the forest, Bronius sensed that she was being watched by a stalker. The wound had been so great that her heart was disconnected from her defensive mechanism that channeled through her very being and through her fingertips. The wound had been healed by professionals but the damage could not be undone. As she had set him back, his family set her back, set her back in the ways of ordinary humanoids.

"A spider's sting is worse than being stuck in its knitted web," A deep yet sinister voice came close by.

Bronius threw herself against a rock searching in the dark as she looked from side to side.

"Who is there?" Bronius shouted into the dark. "Show yourself!"

The sounds of twigs cracking drew her attention toward the left.

"You wouldn't want to see the fact of your worst nightmare," Continued the voice of evil.

The voice was distant with the sounds of evil.

"That doesn't answer my question!" Bronius shouted.

"Doctor Smith," She heard a figure dart by her as a flash of pain erupted in her shoulders.

"Ah!" Bronius screamed.

"Psychic pain," The voice claiming to be Smith smoothly informed as she inspected her shoulders searching for blood.

Bronius slid down against the rock as she looked down toward her arms finding long imprints of scars that earned her horrified shrieks

"It will go away on its own," Smith said. "Your body is making those wounds up."

Bronius looked around.

"Not life changing as it was for I," Smith said.

It was dark and dreary.

"I like to see Doctor Smith," Bronius said.

Crack. Crack. Crack went twigs.

"You are listening to him," Replied the other. "Seeing him won't do for you."

"I like the old Doctor Smith," Bronius said. "Come out! Please! This is really scaring me!"

"Old Doctor Smith can't come now," came with bitter laughter that sent chills down her spine.

"Why?" Bronius asked.

"Because he is DEAD!" Smith appeared in front of her then Bronius was smacked against the wall by the man's hands with fingers that lacked fingernails that dug into her thick uniform as she squirmed and struggle against his grip. "Courtesy of your weapon."

"Oh!" Bronius said. "You're not him!" Her eyes widened in horror taking in the youthful but quite alien face under a hood. "You're . . . You're-"

"Spider Smith," Smith said. "Unlike Doctor Smith, I am not interested in the slightest of people's lives." his voice was radiating terror as he got close and closer to her. "Nor interested whether or not I get to keep company. I care about my belly being satisfied, it's a thirst, it's a urge, it's nothing of a zombie where you can satisfy it and be held over for a few hours, no . . . it's constant, it's horrible, its agonizing."

Smith threw her to the ground.

"Stop! Please!" Bronius dragged herself away. "Leave me alone! I have no quell with you!"

She looked over her shoulder watching the cloaked figure tailing after her.

"You had no business mingling with Doctor Smith,"

Bronius used the nearby tree as her support up to her feet.

"When the ninny said you were the definition of lust I was skeptical,"

She looked over her shoulder spotting him tailing after her with speed.

"You are the definition of fear, Miss 'Lust'," Disgust, anger, resentment, and judgement all were flowing in his sinister voice. "You brought me here."

She hid behind a tree and searched for a weapon of her personal choice.

"You brought this upon yourself,"

When she turned around, the cloak had fallen, revealing a tall monster with four arms, the legs of a human, and had a abdomen of a spider peeking out from behind him. His skin stood out as a bright navy-blue gray with vibrant orange that traveled down the center of his frame. Bronius staggered away being controlled by fear. She fell back to the ground landing crawling away from him with her hands forcing the ground beneath her forwards and her legs guiding her away. Her heart was racing at the living horror being masked by the shadows.

"Oh? Don't like what you see?" Smith tilted his head then shook it in shame. "You really don't like him then."

Smith walked forward with a bemused expression contrasting the terrifying features of his body with rounded pieces of metal decorating his shoulders, arms, and thighs on the sides. The most peculiar parts of his face were the two circular bolts on his chin that were hard yet smooth not thorny. His eyes looked glassy to Bronius-as he got closer - covered by a bright light blue film.

"No. . No. . ." Bronius shook her head repeatedly. "You are not him."

"Rest assured, I am the genuine article," Then he hissed. "The most alive version of him there ever was."

"No!" Bronius shrieked.

Smith's long neck lowered his head down to her level then he grabbed a handful of her shirt with his hands.

"Anyone who wears the name Zachary Smith is always true to who we are," Smith said. "A heavily flawed doctor. And you used everyone around him. Didn't you." His head retreated locking eyes with the scared representation of lust. She got up to her feet and staggered back even further dropping the knapsack to the ground. "To get what you want? For what? A sea of sperm? You could have ASKED. He would have delivered. You could have had a wonderful long term friendship with him!"

Bronius shrieked and fled down the forest.

"Halt," Robot came out of the treeline. "I will only tell you once: do not run away, Bronius," Robot requested as Bronius stepped back. "I will harm you if necessary." She took another step back then fell over a rock with a startle. "You are not to leave this forest until the time has elapsed."

Bronius turned around then lifted herself up to find Smith looking down and with a loud slap to the face the woman fell to the ground among a thud. He picked up the cloak then lowered down in height until he still loomed over the fallen unconscious figure.

"Inform the major that he is to find me at the location I disclosed upon you earlier," Smith's eyes glided up toward Robot. "I appreciate your assistance."

Smith dragged Bronius away by the ankle then strolled in the opposite direction as Robot turned rolling away the way he had appeared.