"Was the door open the last time you were here?" Don turned his attention upon Robot.

"It was," Robot said.

"Is he in there, Robot?" Judy asked.

"I detect no life signs," Robot said. "I have been proven to be wrong on some occasions regarding the matter."

The couple rolled aside the boulder then peered inside the cavern that looked abandoned.

"I had a feeling waiting another day before approaching him was a bad one," Don said. "Where could he have gone?"

Judy looked on into the long and narrow passage of the cavern leading in even further.

"Deep," Judy said.

"Let's wait him out," Don said. "He will come on his own to us. Smith can't stand being alone."

"It won't last long," Judy said, certain.

"A few days at most," Don said. "It's going to be alright."

Robot was silent over the matter. His transparent glass helmet twirled with a orange sparkle inside as his chassis performed the same movement scanning the area for danger. His sensors picked up a presence that couldn't be seen or be felt. Yet, his processors suspected that it belonged to the person they were looking for. Robot followed Judy and Don away from the cavern then as they left.

Behind them, a large and wide stream of small pebbles took on a tall arching figure belonging to Smirk with folded arms lacking hair but had tall pointy ears compared to his alternate counterpart that lacked ears at all. Smith began to shake his head turning away heading back inside of the cavern then closed the door behind.

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Late at night, Maureen was awakened by a bad nightmare. A nightmare that showed everything she dread of happen and a part of it was a piece of what had really happened. A piece that she trapped in a box and sealed it on a shelf for safe keeping within her mind. She made her way out of the residential deck up to the conn then toward the opening of the ship. Maureen had her arms folded leaning against the doorway to the Jupiter 2 observing the Robot standing still almost looking out into the distance not wheeling back and forth acting as the lone guardsman of the Jupiter 2 that he acted on a some nights instead of sleeping in the occasional cargo bay assigned to him to rest in. It used to be odd to house a machine in a cargo room and call that a 'bedroom' even by human standards.

It had been a week since the events of the rock climb. A week since they had last seen Smith. Last time Smith allowed himself to be seen by any of her family's curious and prying eyes. She wasn't quite sure when it came to the normally colorful and animated piece of hardware, nanobots, screwed in machine. He wasn't talkative as he used to be regarding the doctor's whereabouts. A part of Maureen sensed that Robot was painfully aware where Smith was lurking. That he was somewhere she didn't think of. She rubbed her shoulders as she descended down the stairs joining Robot.

"What is on your mind, Robot?" Maureen asked.

"Doctor Smith is designing several new props," Robot reported. "I am contemplating how to best tell him the designs are very non-human. Twice my height!"

"That is very long for a prop," Maureen said. "Must have been racking his brain this week for a play."

"It is," Robot agreed. "I am considering of making the prop be sleeveless and pantless. The prop is intended to be very unique."

"Robot, how about I help with those measurements?" Maureen offered.

"I appreciate your offer," Robot replied. "But, I am not making the prop."

"Then who is?" Maureen asked.

"He is," Robot replied.

"What are those measurements for the prop?" Maureen asked.

"As of currently. . . ." Robot started then shifted toward Maureen. "I was not programmed to measure."

"Then why don't we ask Doctor Smith about that?" Maureen said. "He is due in it for a visit."

Robot twirled toward Maureen.

"I have been concerned about him," Robot admitted, reluctantly. "I made a promise. I don't like breaking promises."

"Everyone has been," Maureen said. "Being away despite being cured for so long is making us all wonder. I suppose it's very painful turning back to a human."

"I haven't been able to find him in his cave system," Robot said. "I believe he has gone deeper than I can go."

"He has found a new hiding place," Then Maureen grimaced.

"And it is making very uneasy about this," Robot said. "When Doctor Smith hides for more than two days, he is doing it more often than not to protect your family."

"He needs the medication," Maureen said. "Plan B has to start. We have to find a way of getting to him." She looked off in the distance as Robot was doing that night under the full moon. "It is not possible with our technology."

"This does not compute," Robot said. "Doctor Smith is not ill."

"It is something that we discussed months ago when it came to his mutation," Maureen said. "It makes his alien DNA become dormant so his Human DNA takes over. However certain things about his new form may turn out to be permanent."

"This plan B will buy him time," Robot noted.

"It only works with a daily dose," Maureen said. "He has to drink it."

Robot turned toward the Jupiter 2 then toward Maureen.

"I may know how to find people willing to help us with the problem," Robot said. "It will require searching and meddling for trouble."

"Robot, you have helped us for a very long time," Maureen said. "I have faith in your capabilities."

"How much of the medication has been made?" Robot asked.

"Enough to last a month," Maureen said. "Just make sure this trouble doesn't leave you in pieces."

"I am capable," Robot said. "It will be done tonight."

Robot wheeled on ahead of the Jupiter 2 until he became a distant specter then Maureen turned on the force field generator and returned inside of the ship.

"Good luck, Robot." Maureen whispered to herself looking out the conn window. "Do what it takes getting him out."