"Cool!" Will said.

"A space station?" Penny said. "How great. Maybe they have chocolate, popcorn, oh, oh, oh, oh, maybe they have banana saplings."

"One thing at a time," John said. "We need currency that they accept."

Smith poked his head from behind Robot.

"Is it safe?" Smith asked, cowering.

Don rolled his eyes then yanked the doctor from behind Robot.

"This is a space station," West said. "You should act like a professional."

"Oh, and get scratched again by another insect?" Smith asked. "I hardly see the reason why I was forced to come along." He folded his arms.

"Because we don't trust a stowaway to stay on the ship," John said. "Alpha Prime is our destination and nothing is going to stop us."

"Except getting supplies," Smith said.

"Badum tush," Penny said, mockingly.

"Penny," Maureen said.

"You should get a drum set for dramatic effect," Penny said.

"Actually," Smith said. "That is not a bad idea."

"Rebellious Smith is something I didn't think I would see," West said, as Smith walked off.

"Will, Robot, make sure he doesn't try to steal!" John said.

Smith looked over in the direction of the Robinsons for one last time from behind a station.

Don was grinning with one arm wrapped on Judy's shoulder. Maureen was looking at the glowing screen with curiosity tapping on her chin. Blarp, the prime one, was on Penny's shoulder but very visible. Robot's head whirred toward Smith as everyone was distracted with each other. They are going to be successful in their mission in the long run, Smith thought, after many sacrifices. Even pain that was better than the one of watching a monster be born in their ship. Their worst nightmare. Smith had a small nod to himself then strolled away into the large crowd.

He took off the jacket then placed it onto the nearby chair taking a quick abrupt turn from where he had been going. Smith ducked into a building then stepped aside waiting to see if Robot and Will didn't follow. Sure enough he saw them pass by with Will calling for him. It wasn't as painful exiting their lives as one would think. It was the easiest mission that he had done. It was for them, after all. They didn't deserve to be living around a monster.

"Oh, a volunteer?" came a deep, yet scary voice.

Smith turned toward the source of the voice.

"Browsing customer, you twat," Smith said, glaring toward the tall being with tusks coming out of his mouth and covered in golden tattoos contrasting against the light blue skin.

The tall being leaned forward in the direction of Smith.

"You'll do," he took a strange cigarette device from his voice. "I am testing something. Could help you and then it might not."

"How may it help me?" Smith asked.

"Whatever problems you have, it'll be gone," the strange man put a large device onto the table then propped it.

"All of my problems?" Smith asked.

"All of them," the strange individual turned toward Smith. "They don't call me the problem solver for nothing. . . Mr?"

"Doctor Smith," Smith said. "Zachary Smith."

"Doctor Smith, hmm," the stranger puffed a ring of smoke out as his eyes glowed. "I have heard of you."

"Oh, how could you have heard of me?" Smith asked, feeling deeply concerned. His cowardly half screamed to run out and risk rejoining the Robinsons. But he reminded himself, that he was doing it for them. Much as he love to stay and find a way home, he didn't have the luxury of time on his side. He was pressed against the wall staying out of the way. "I haven't been running around out of the Jupiter."

"There are stories of a family being lost in space with a stowaway. A family still thriving after a month in space. Sort of inspiring for space hippies," the tall man waved the gray device then put it into his mouth. "and for people who want to live in space rather than planet side. Tales of you saving the Robinsons is widespread. You're making a new business come out."

"No, no, no, I didn't save them," Smith shook his hands. "They saved themselves."

"I find that hard to believe from a family of scientists," the strange blue man straightened the device on the counter.

Smith ducked in the nick of time as Robot and Will walked past.

"Scientists have the backing of logic," Smith said, in a lowered voice. The tall blue man knelt down to the human. "I have been mulling about as a coward." the tall blue man puffed smoke into Smith's face. Smith waved the smoke out of his way. "Could you please mind your smoking?"

"Just wanted to make sure you're actually the Doctor Smith," he put the device back into his mouth. "You really have a problem," he stood up to his feet. "I can fix that."

"Deadly or leaving me alive?" Smith asked.

"Leaving you to tell the tale," the blue man turned away going into the back end of the shop. "Doctor."

Smith stood up to his feet then followed the strange alien. Smith rubbed his fingers looking over his shoulder. His back itched like hell. If he itched it just a little more it might make the transforming infection spread throughout his body more than it had in recent weeks. It now covered ten percent of his back. Lying on his side became a necessity to prevent himself from rubbing his back against the floor repeatedly. Smith looked around at the collection that the fixer upper had. The alien came went through a oddly shaped doorway. Smith came into the room tagging along. Smith looked around in awe at lantern like objects that were glowing inside with translucent tubes connecting all over the place. It was like a tree that connected everywhere starting from the base.

"What a beautiful creation," Smith said.

"Thank you," the strange blue alien said, distantly.

"You are a scientist," Smith remarked.

"Uh huh," came the reply.

"What question brought you here?" Smith asked, looking around in awe.

"How do I power my shop without paying taxes," earned a chuckle from Smith.

"They must be high," Smith commented.

"Higher than yours," the strange blue alien said. "Over here, Doctor Smith."

Smith came over toward the blue-golden alien man.

"What is that?" Smith asked, gesturing toward the screen that showed a CGI barrier.

"A form of multiphastic barrier only its between universes," the strange blue alien said. "It is weakest in this bar here." he pointed on the screen then tapped on it lightly. "I need data on whether or not it is any different than this one," he picked up a wrist brace that had circular buttons to to it all around. It reminded Smith of the bracelets back on Earth. "If I can bring a person from here to there with a full bill of health then this will prove to the science community that it is safe."

"Safe," Smith shuddered. "Safe for who?"

"Visitors," the strange blue alien said, looking over. "you may even be able to return."

"What if my infliction returns?" Smith asked.

"You personality will remain the same, Doctor Smith," the strange blue alien said.

"Not that," Smith said. "my bug cut."

"I am certain it will not," the strange blue alien said. "You will be a free man."

"I hope so," Smith said. "After I am free, perhaps . . . I will seek a way to go home. No matter how destructive it is to itself." He grimaced. "And be taken in for espionage. It's better than being out in space."

"If you say so," the blue alien handed the wrist brace to Smith. "This will be your ticket back. It can be used only two times."

"Why two?" Smith asked, holding the wrist brace. He looked up toward the blue alien. "Why not ten?"

"Staying somewhere you do not belong is not wise," the blue alien said. "everything might be too different there. If there's another you alive and well, you'll know instantly and you will have to leave immediately. Status quo will try to kill you or send you back home. That's what I call it at least." the blue alien shrugged, his lip piercing sticking out. "Everyone calls it karma."

The blue alien typed onto the computer and then the wrist brace became tight on Smith's wrist. Smith stared at the screen that showed where he was and where he had to go, willingly. Smith looked up toward the individual with skepticism. The blue alien wore a reassuring, confident face giving him the thumbs up. Smith forced a smile returning the gesture. Apparently thumbs up was a universal gesture. It was a shame that Smith might not be able to see more of this facility in its entirety. It was a marvelous piece of science. The blue alien turned away with Smith in tow. Smith was escorted to the doorway of the store then given a wave.

"How do I know it will let me in?" Smith asked.

"When it glows green," the blue alien said

"And red?" Smith inquired.

"You're a dead man," the blue alien said.

"I am a dead man!" Smith replied.

"No, you're not," the blue alien said.

"Why can't everything be simple? I hate complications." Smith grumbled then looked at his memory of the map.

Smith made his way down the crowded street looking around warily for the Robinsons. He wished them luck getting to Alpha Prime but he feared it was a lost cause. It was the ark of the covenant to Alpha Prime. A planet that would never be reached. They would be searching for it until their dying day. Smith picked out a colorful black vest that had pockets from a hangar and a purple shirt without paying. He changed into the long sleeved undershirt in a place that cameras could not spot him. He tossed aside the dark gray shirt to the ground as he buttoned up the vest. Black and purple went well together in his experience. He dropped Jupiter 2 equipment onto tables purposely to be found on later inspections. Smith speed walked his way to the bar that had a neon pink sign that read as clear as day 'SMYTH'S BAR'. Smith looked up in shock then shook his head.

"Smith!" West called.

Smith didn't turn around as he went through the doorway.

The bracelet's rounded additions glowed green as he went inside.

"Come back here, you little shit!" West ran into the bar then came to a stop when he couldn't see the man.

West looked around searching for the doctor high and low with his eyes trained for the man.

"Don," Judy said, coming to his side. "Let him go."

"I would when I know he is not up to no good," West said. "He is not in here."

"I don't see him," Judy said. "Like he never went at all."

"Whoever has him is going to be wishing they never heard of him," West said. "Good luck on them."

"Dad is not going to like this," Judy said worringly.

"Trust me, Judy," West said, with a smile toward the woman. "He will. Not our problem anymore."