"We don't have enough deutronium to land off the planet," John explained to the girls as Don and Maureen went into the shuttle pod. "so that is why Don and Maureen are going down in the space pod."

"Why don't we extract some deutronium from the planet?" Penny asked.

"My sensors indicate there is not enough deutronium to extract," the Robot announced, its head whirring.

"We'll be getting more deutroniun on the neighboring planet Takuchi Seven," John said. "This time we are getting more than a month's worth of fuel."

There was silence from the girls. Two weeks worth of being concerned and worried for Will on top of losing their grandfather like figure had been a heavy blow. They hadn't been going around visiting planets as they normally did before with Will around. They were more of a spaceship that was floating around in space with little fuel. They had left the planet that Will had been on abruptly afterwards on a desperate search for him. They hadn't gotten the time to refuel the Jupiter. The door to the shuttle pod closed blocking it off from the inside Jupiter 2. Relief had crashed through the Jupiter after the news like a much needed shore leave.

//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

Don piloted the space pod to the surface of the planet. Maureen was in the Jupiter gray's, the same kind that Don was in, with her hands linked behind her back. Don spared a glance toward Maureen out of sympathy then toward the landmass that was growing larger. There were lines of gray halls sprouting from the center of the cave that lead to facilities. There were several spaceships that were leaving and some that had just arrived. Maureen looked on with a sigh. Don piloted the ship at one of the pockets that had been specifically designed for the landing of a earthling vessel. The space pod came to a gentle landing. Maureen came to the door then opened it. She climbed down the automatic staircase with Don behind her.

In front of the door to the exit of the landing pit was a green and red pig like individual, a Calaron, came forth with hands linked behind her back. She was in a light green uniform with the gray hat that had the golden emblem on the center. It was a striking reminder to Don of a earlier adventure facing the Intergalactic Police. A different variation from the prison warden's blue and gray outfit that had the gray sleeve cuffs. It had been a while since he had encountered a Intergalactic police officer.

"I am Lieutenant O'Wells," O'Wells said. "You must be Mrs Robinson and Major West."

"Is my son here?" Maureen asked.

"Alive and well," O'Wells said, with a smile. "You have a brave son."

Maureen became relieved at the news.

"That's my son," Maureen said.

O'Well's looked over toward West.

"Doctor Smith is currently resting from the multiple surgeries that he had to be part of," O'Wells said.

"How many since we got that message?" Don asked.

"It's hard to keep track when he does someone behind our back," O'Wells said.

Don had a bemused look appear on his face as he shared a glance with Maureen.

"That is our Smith," Don said, cheerfully.

"Come with me," O'Wells said, gesturing toward the two.

///////////////////////////////////////////////////////

Smith was traversing a forest on a slow, peaceful stroll.

It was dark and unfamiliar to him as he was going through it.

What bothered him was the lack of owls hooting, the sounds of frogs ribbiting, and the sound of buzzing. Smith was experiencing fear at its primal stage. Smith looked around, warily, feeling like he were being watched. He heard the sounds of small feet skitting the forest floor. It was crystal clear to his ears.

Smith turned seeing a fleet of strange spiders heading his way. Smith turned then fled on food. He tripped over a piece of log once or twice then continued running. He looked over his shoulder seeing them oncoming. They were getting dangerously closer to him. He was terrified beyond his wildest thoughts. The sky was blocked by the large trees looming above him. He made his way into the forest then went into a wooden shack. The door slammed shut behind him. He looked through a small hole. The sound of small feet were retreating into the forest.

"Like the apartment?"

Smith froze in place while clinging onto the door.

"Don't treat yourself like that."

Smith closed his eyes then let his forehead meet the wooden door.

"Giving me the silent treatment?"

His eyebrows knitted together.

"I thought you would appreciate the children."

Smith's stomach twisted.

"Face the music, Doctor Smith."

He felt a hand with long, sharp claws placed on to his shoulder. A sharp pain erupted from his back. He pressed his chest against the wall while digging his fingers into the wood, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Acknowledge me!"

Smith was turned away and his back met the door to face his greatest enemy--

"You are not me!" Smith shouted, bolting up in a cold sweat.

Smith helped himself up to his feet using the side of the arm rest to the long couch. Tremblingly, Smith made his way to the bathroom then threw water onto his face. He took off his shirt and looked at himself. Smith slowly turned around then faced his music. The wounds on his back were being replaced by several exposed blue veins that were roughly the size of his fist. He had to apply medical treatment to cover them up.

His main injury, being along the right side of his back, was a long thin scar with a apparent blue nerve sticking out. It was disgusting in all its forms to him. Smith fell to his feet. The face of his future laughed at him, terrified him, and taunted him. Smith was in a emotional state. He used the nearby wall as his support then put the bright blue shirt back on. Then put on his black shoes.

Smith made his way out of the quarters that he had been housed in. He made his way toward the make shift sick bay with a zombie like demeanor about him. There were intergalactic officers swarming the place. Once a dark and dreary mining facility, it had become a much lively and happier place. They had brought in several medical devices from the Intergalactic medical corps and replaced the machinery used commonly on the workers.

Smith leaned against the wall feeling the pain stinging from his back. He can still feel the fingers digging into his shoulder. His forehead was pressed against the top of his hand. The infection now covered fifteen percent of his back. It hadn't reached to twenty percent, fortunately. Smith resumed his path to the improvised sick bay and was nearly about there when he saw three colorfully dressed individuals prepared to bump into each other.

"Mom!" Will ran toward Maureen.

Maureen knelt down toward Will's level then the boy ran into her arms.

"Will!" Maureen grabbed hold onto Will and held on to him in the warm hug as Smith went into the makeshift sick bay.

He would never forget seeing such a happy smile on a beautiful woman's face.