Will looked at the space pod tracing along the metal on a alien planet. He looked over to the side, the familiar colors of the USA flag still there. The USA remaining bold as the metal. The J-2A remained useful and incredibly relevant to the Robinsons. Will remembered the final trip that Smith had taken. The damned registry, 277-2211-1A, remained bright.

The rest of the Robinsons were held within a dome looking on as Doctor Smith observed the scene. The Robot was manning the Jupiter 2 while Smith went gone down the stairs leaving the door open behind him. Smith approached the dome unaware the Robinsons were right in front of him then turned around to face the captor. The two individuals speaking but words could not be heard from Smith. Smith, who normally screamed, cried for help, and ran away at the sign of danger stood in the face of it while tapping his fingers together.

"Will," a voice jerked him out of thought.

Will turned toward the source of the voice.

"Hey, Don," Will said.

"I know you are feeling guilty about it," Don said.

"Had I not been trying to get my new shoes out it then Doctor Smith would still be alive," Will lamented.

"With the way he was going, it was bound to happen. . . one way or another," Don said. "That cowardly act could have gotten him killed."

"He did die a couple of times," Will said.

"And he miraculously came back," Don said. "Had a couple tricks up his sleeves." Don had a fond smile at the memories.

"I don't think he would have left without making a goodbye," Will said.

"Sometimes people make hard choices, Will," Don said. "if he talked to you then he would have never left."

"Really?" Will asked.

"Time and time again when you put your neck out for him, he came to your rescue," Don said. "Remember last week how he came out complaining about his bed?"

"Yeah, it broke," Will said. "stuck in the wall."

"More like glitched," Don said. Will looked over toward Don and Don winked back.

"No," Will shook his head. "you didn't."

"I was curious when he would start accusing everyone. Doctor Smith is a very entertaining man, you haven't noticed," Don said. "I never got to see it as Ship 362 connected to the Jupiter 2."

"I remember," Will said, looking toward the pod. "Doctor Smith was the first one out."

"Smith crashed on a bed in one of their rooms while we were updating our starcharts in accordance to what they had gathered," Don said. "They had a course for Earth, enough fuel for the trip, and he decided to stay with them. I am not ashamed to say it didn't break my heart. It relieved me, because for a moment there, I believed he was going back to Earth and never again be in trouble."

"He would be in big trouble, anyway," Will said. "He would have been court martialed."

"Yes, yes," Don said. "but he would have been happy."

Don looked toward the shuttle pod.

"I tried convincing him to come back," Will said. "because something wasn't right. Not that it would be boring and uneventful without him," he had a emotional sigh. "I-I-I-I. . . I would have missed him."

"You couldn't let him go with shady people," Don said.

"I didn't mean to bring Penny along," Will said. "She wasn't supposed to come with."

"And nor was the Robot," Don said. "He obeyed my orders to make sure you are okay."

"We were okay in the end," Will said. "It's not fair how he won't have a trial that we can attend. And that he doesn't have a defense attorney," Don placed a hand onto Will's shoulder. "He might not be our Doctor Smith but it is a unfair trial."

"The Intergalactic Judicial System is figuring that part out," Don said. "There's nothing we can do for him."

"And maybe visit him in that hot quadrant?" Will asked. "I don't want to watch him die again."

"He won't die because of you, Will," Don assured him.

"It feels like that way," Will said.

"You had nothing to do that," Don said. Will looked over toward Don. "I am sure of it. He said so himself."

"Did he lie?" Will asked.

"Not yet, at least," Don said. "He may be a two timer just like Doctor Smith. I admit, I find it unsettling that he is admitting to the crimes then pretending he doesn't remember doing them," he shook his head placing his hands onto his hips. "Sneaky bastard."

"Then how were you sure that he is Doctor Smith?" Will asked.

"Let's just say, the beginning of his story lines up with ours," Don said, with a smile. "little differences, that is all. We can repay his counterpart for all the things that Doctor Smith brought to us. Adventures, getting to visit new places, and meeting strange humanoids."

Will nodded.

"I like the sounds of it," Will said. "Dad is making the letter isn't he?"

"Uh huh," Don said. "I think he is doing a good job at it."

"He always does a good job at it," Will looked toward Don with a smile.

The mood was bright and optimistic as they turned their attention onto the space pod.