Will's eyes opened gradually to see a gray sick bay like area. Several of the children who had injuries were laid on long, flat beds that were lined up against the wall. There were seven children in total in the room without the perfectly healthy and uninjured children. Will overheard distant arguing as the fog of sleep lingered.

The arguing was getting louder mostly coming from a angry, exasperated individual giving a 'why you suck' speech that kept getting interrupted. The fog yanked Will back down into the darkness. The arguing began to go lower and lower until it was soft. He heard the soft comment "Oh, William," from someone familiar by his side. It was too soft and older to be the younger Smith. Though, it could be. When people spoke softly around him, they sounded older than they were. Will's eyes finally opened, the lethargic feeling was gone.

The pain in his foot was also gone.

His feet had yet to be shackled and the pain from his back was no more.

Will saw that there was a bracelet like object wrapped around his ankle.

Some kind of contraption that had glowing lights on the sides.

"I want my mommy," Ric'ar said.

The chair from across Will turned from the desk then a man sprang up and came over to Ric'ar's side.

"No need to fear, Smith is here!" Smith said, cheerfully. "You will be seeing your parents very soon enough."

"Doctor Smith!" Will said. "Yo-yo---you're helping Shar'bog?" Smith looked over toward the child.

"I had little choice in this matter," Smith said, putting his hands on the edge of the mobile table. It dawned on Will: the letter brought Smith here. "Don't look at me that way, William. I have not turned into a real monster." Will was unable to form a reply. "I am a monster in my universe but never did I think I would turn into one." Smith detached the gray object from Will's ankle then placed it onto the table. "It would be wise to let the grown ups execute the escape plan, Z-Space."

Z-Space was unable to move.

"My mother will kill you," Z-Space said. "Turn off the gravity beds!"

"I am afraid the Intergalactic Police will send her to hang or worse being sent to space vipers," Smith said. "Have you seen a space viper before?" Smith approached the child. "They are long like rope and they are bright green with red markings on their sides," he came to a stop in front of the child. "They come in all directions, silently. If the first bite doesn't kill you, being bitten by more than one will do the trick. Dying by their poison is crueler than snakes on Earth. You get a fever, you shiver when you are not cold, you can't move, and it feels like you're being attacked by the inside. Twenty-four hours of wasting in bed is all takes to die."

Z-Space had a horrified look.

"You---" Z-Space said.

"Went to Death's door and came back," Smith said. "I did."

"You were on Viperia!" Z-Space said. "That is a restricted planet! It has Intergalactic protection."

"There wasn't in the case of the Robinsons when they came across a orbiting, lifeless ship and pillaged it to repair many other things like the chariot, space pod, and other things planet side," Smith said, then shook his head. "First adventure after time bubbles and being scratched was snakes."

"When did you get here?" Will asked.

"Two weeks ago," Smith said. Smith silently took the devices off the children one by one. "This is all part of the plan."

"I want to be part of the plan," Will said

"You played your part, dear child," Smith replied. Smith regretfully added, "I didn't expect you to be in that block."

"Hey!" Z-Space said. "No one told me about the plan."

"Doing your part is following the leader," Smith said, as the wide awake children's eyes were on the man. He placed the devices on the table. "Shar'bog hates chaos," Smith took out several of the new variation of bands that were pitch black. "Shar'bog makes mistakes after chaos," one by one he placed them onto the table after transferring the medical devices. "Shar'bog loses things," he moved the devices into the cupboard. "Shar'bog stops paying attention," he turned the table away. "Shar'bog becomes vulnerable and easy to confuse." he turned toward the children. "Shar'bog is a perfect victim."

"Where do we go home?" Mia'Cain asked.

"We've been stepping up the plan day by day," Smith said. "We might have to move the schedule up."

"How can we help?" T'ichy said.

"By doing nothing," Smith said.

"Nothing gets us whipped," Mai'Cain said.

"You can pretend to doing work and being worn down by it when Shar'bog is looking," Smith said. "Mess with him."

"We can do that," Z-Space said, grinning from ear to ear.

"It'll be fun," Smith added.