It was four months since Smith was convicted in military court for the loss of the Jupiter, the Robinsons, and Major West. The debates about what would happen if someone like Smith had ended up in space with a trusting family had ended in disaster that consisted of fist fighting and verbal insults compared to the more civil debates that brought a realm of possibilities that the journals had not introduced during the trial. She had turned the radio off after listening for news regarding the weather because she didn't want to hear of it. Barbara's emotional well being was being held together by bubble gum, sheep wool, and the well panned evidence of her older brother's fate.

Would a killer-without-heart be in so much pain for killing someone? The pain that was displayed outside the court house in the eyes of the press and recorded. That was a question that hadn't been solved by the debates. No one was sure. Not at all. Not even by Barbara's opinion but forgiveness wouldn't come easily for Smith unlike her brother. She had read the journal entries, studied them, after being shown by Richard and getting to see the personal thoughts of his struggle in space broke her heart. The daily reports showed the deterioration in their supplies and the dwindling chances of reaching Earth. It made her angry. Simply because the traitor had screwed them over time and time again when it came to staying on Earth on a permanent basis.

When she looked back at it, she knew that living in the past rather than in their familiar era was a bittersweet way of staying home. She wanted to break out into tears just from what were in the several pages worth of years and weep for the pain that her brother had been tormented in. The emotional pain in being forced to do things that he necessarily would never have done under his free will. Most of the Robinson relatives refused to read the children's diaries as they were simply biased, over-exaggerated, and not completely stuck to the truth. They didn't need to see it to know that. They knew it in their hearts. She came out of the car closing it behind her then made her way toward the door on the well kept sidewalk trailing alongside the grass from the parking garage to the front door. She came to a stop beside the mailbox set alongside the door then slid out a collection of envelopes sliding in the key into the door while scanning through the names. She turned the knob then came into the house to be greeted by a small circular void in the floor. Barbara smiled, gazing down toward the purring hole.

"Hello, Thomas, would you like your appointment set today?" Barbara said, softly.

Barbara stopped, freezing, momentarily, then laughed.

"You're not a customer," Barbara said, grinning from ear to ear.

She knelt down to the void then stroked it earning a soft mew in return.

"Let's see what we got here," Barbara said, lifting herself up to her feet.

She came over to the counter where she dropped her keys into the small bowl in front of pictures that had a black feline figure in random hijinks. She placed envelope by envelope onto the counter until she came to the last one that made her stop and look at it oddly. She ripped open the top and slid the letter out and laced the envelope onto the counter. Barbara uncurled the letter then her eyes scanned it. She let it fall to the counter following her scream. Barbara picked up the letter covering her mouth as tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Dear Barbara Robinson:

Your application for making a Scholarship entitled 'The Robinsons Scholarship' has been accepted. The Robinsons Scholarship will be listed across the nation next year. Your efforts to help those who do not have the money to attend college is most appreciated. We have reviewed the scholarship and found it to stand at fifty-five trillion dollars. Thank you for taking the time to create this scholarship and start a contest. The details behind the contest were approved. Your writing contest will be held by Richard Castleson, Jake Taffey, and Alexander Robinson.