Don opened the door to Smith's room.

When he poked in, he saw the man was shirtless and his shirts were left on the floor while he laid on his side snoring away.

Most of the blue blob section had been healed over with what seemed to be scales growing on his back that were spreading from where they had been earlier. It was a disturbing sight to be allowed to be seen when it came to someone like him. The scales were light gray for the time being. He slowly closed the door then turned around shaking his head. If Smith's story was true regarding the chain of events that lead him to this fate, could this have happened to their Smith in the beginning? Had they been on a spaceship infested by alien spiders? This was a question that he found himself asking, often. It's not like they forced Smith to come along on to the derelict spaceship as they were all trapped on it and still as dangerous as space spiders.

Smith had to be lying about the Professor dragging him along because Don could see himself doing that.

Any version of himself could be capable of doing that.

No matter how they deviated from the source material.

Don made his way from the residential deck up to the bridge. He slid the railing back then came toward the chair and looked out toward the sky. It was one of those days where John and Don didn't need to go out to repair the weather station, the Deutronium drilling rig, or repair the Chariot. The mall seemed like he could reasonably get a discount on it. He wondered how much to get some much needed parts for the Robot would cost. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed that he could get it. First time discounts were hard to come by. Lower prices, better way of getting replacement parts.

There was a sudden loud sound from below decks rocked the Jupiter in a way that alarmed Don. It was a one second that brought a wave of heaviness in the air. Members of the Robinsons entered the bridge visibly shaken and alarmed. Don jumped to his feet then went down through the ladder to the lower decks. There was smoke coming from Judy's quarters so he slid the door open to see the young woman's quarters were covered in smoke. Judy was laid on her side with pieces of her sleeves in tatters followed along by a facial burn on her face. Her hands were covered in burns. He looked over to find the bag of make up was on the table drifting with smoke and the table was scorched.

There was no words that Don could say when he heard the sounds of footsteps coming to his side and everyone was frozen where they stood reeling back in shock. The pilot turned to see Smith with the side of his face curved in a burn trailing down his neck then to his shoulders and to his arms that were black reaching over toward his chest with pieces of the skin appearing to be peeling away and some of it was just dangling partially off.

He was missing his left nipple at that. There were blue highlights on parts of the burn below the more human appearance to it slowly being swallowed whole by a alien mutation. Half of his hair was missing giving Smith a half way done buzz cut that was steaming with fire. Smith combed the burned section of his head asphyxiating the flames. Smith turned in the direction of the door then gave a horrified shriek and the tired aesthetic was gone in a moments notice. His eyes absorbed in the little details of the injury then looked up in the direction of the professor.

"Do you have any wool blankets?" Smith asked.

"In the storage," Don said.

"Get it," Smith said. "Quickly. It will be very necessary to calm her."

Don reluctantly let go of the woman then made his way toward the door that lead toward the power core as Smith instructed the other members of the family. He opened both doors then closed them behind him and made it into the closet. The new boxes had been put in during one of their many visits to space stations in space. One of the boxes were labeled as 'new blankets' then he took one of them down and forced it open where he saw neatly folded blankets inside. He felt around for the warmest, yet soft blanket until his hand came to a stop.

Don yanked the blanket out then placed the box back on top and made his way out of the supply closet. Penny's bedroom door was left open where inside was Judy crying into her father's tunic. John was trying his best to comfort the young woman and he beckoned Don in. Don placed the heavy blanket on her shoulders then he watched her relax and her crying slowly stopped like a magic spell had been done on her.

Maureen and Penny came in with two buckets of water including a counter that was lifted in by Will and Don.

"Judith, put your arms in the buckets," Smith said. "It will hurt but it will help you get better in the long run."

"Why?" Judy asked. "Why were there explosives in the make up?" were asked between tears. "Why? Why?"

There was a hard glare filled with blame coming from the older Robinsons aimed at Smith

"Because some people like to hurt others when they want something," Smith said.

Judy shivered, a slight cry of pain, then relaxed against John's chest.

The anger radiating off John was being tightly capped but able to be felt.

Smith left the room then returned with a medical kit and a waste bag. He observed the woman's burns then glanced over toward John and Maureen then mentally calculated how much skin would be needed to graft over the injury.

"Professor," Smith started. "Your daughter needs a skin graft for her hands."

"How much?" John asked.

"If it doesn't get rejected," Smith said. "I believe some portions of your forearms would do."

"What about her hands?" John asked.

"She will need quite a few split-thickness grafts," Smith said. "Your wife would do for some of that grafting much," Maureen looked up toward the man. "It's a matter of who will be the donor. Her wounds will need to cool down before I do the skin grafting."

John and Maureen exchanged a glance.

"Please leave the room," John said. "We'll talk about it."

He walked out of the room then left closing the door behind him with a heavy sigh. Soft words of comfort were coming from the Robinsons for Judy. Smith felt like he wanted to fall apart into a puddle of liquid and never re-emerge as a individual ever again placing a hand against his face lowering his gaze down with a emotional sigh. He had seen burns on patients and strangers that he had unfortunately crossed paths with. But this was a different kind of situation for him. It was a young woman, a victim, a person that he was somewhat familiar to being hurt.

"Is Judy going to be alright?" Will asked.

Smith reeled in his composure at the teenage Penny and the young Will Robinson.

"She will be fine," Smith said.

"What does she need to get better?" Penny said.

"In ten minutes I will be required to remove the dead skin, perform a skin graft, a dressing for both her and the donor, antibiotics, some pain medications," he was standing tall with his hands clasped together. "In the long run . . ."

"In the long run?" Penny asked.

"I can't say if she will return to using make up after this episode," Smith replied.

"So she will be okay," Don said.

Smith turned toward the major then gave him a nod.

"She will have to find her balance in 'fine'," Smith replied. "Now if you excuse me, I have some products to return."

Smith started to make his way toward Judy's quarters but the pilot got in the way.

"No, no, no," Don said, holding his hand up. "I will do that."

"I bought the products so I must return the scrap metal," Smith replied. "I am the responsible party."

"She needs someone who can do a skin graft," Don said. "And I really think that she doesn't need to wait for it over a hour."

"Hmph, like you would leave that place in one piece," Smith said, with a dismissive wave. "That is laughable."

"I wouldn't leave the man in charge in one piece," Don said.

"Really, Major?" Smith asked, in a way that showed his real age. "I believe the professor would want to do that."

"I will retrieve what is left of the explosives in Judy's room while you can get what is left of the explosives in your cabin afterwards," Don said, then moved toward Judy's cabin.

"There is nothing left of the spike bed to throw away," Smith replied. What was left of the spike bed decorated Smith's upper torso to his chest up to his back among the pitch black burns decorating his body. "I have explosive residue to clean."

"That is even better," Don said, opening the door to the young woman's cabin.

Smith's face faltered at the view inside and the door closed on him.