When Smith came out of the other side, he was soaked. Compared to how he normally arrived on planets on the Jupiter 2, they were normally deserts and the green patches of land sometimes were centered between sand dunes with a trickling body of water that had to be carefully checked then concealed for the rest of the ride and paced being drunk. There were large trees from around the large circular gate set on a platform made of brick that ranged in color. Smith turned toward the gate watching it close before his eyes. He saw a sea of trees from behind him. He looked up to see two planets that were visible in the planet's orbit and one moon toward his left that was very bright and visible with craters that stood out clearly to his eyes. It also seemed to have a series of rings surrounding it separating the planet into two halves

"Welcome to Yutano, Mr Smith," the leader of the group turned toward him. "I am Colonel La Forge."

"Could you have bothered to tell me before what this mission is?" Smith asked.

"You would have refused," La Forge said. "We require your service."

"In cuffs?" Smith asked, shaking his hands furiously making the chains rattle.

"Yes," La Forge said. "standard procedure."

"Standard procedure does not require using a asset with their hands cuffed," Smith said. "This is not a mission. This is kidnapping . . . KIDNAAPPING!"

"This is a mission," La Forge replied. "A mission where the bad guys can't read English or the language that their hostage has on their outfit and you are wearing the exact same outfit that our friend is in," A puzzled expression grew from Smith. "I hate this more than you do."

"A . . . doppleganger?" Smith said, his heart sinking

"Yes," La Forge said, as the pointy eared officers surveyed the scene.

"How important is this hostage to the Stargate program?" Smith asked.

"It's not that simple," La Forge said. "In fact, it's more complicated."

"It is simple if you try to explain it in laymen's terms," Smith replied.

"He is important to Earth and the United System of Stargates," La Forge said.

"United System of Stargates?" Smith asked. "You mean to say this entire time there were ways I could go home in the last several years?"

"No," La Forge said. "You would have died if you tried. The iris is always closed."

"How disappointing," Smith said.

"This is Lieutenant Harvey," La Forge pointed toward his friend. "These two are Commander S'Teef and Lieutenant S'tiif from the Vulcan High Council expedition group. If anything happens to me then S'tiff will take over as the leader of this expedition then you may die, if you insist you're not Kosaga Lutrithia in the first five minutes then you will die at the hands of terrorists, and if you attempt to thwart this mission, you will die. We're in a different galaxy far from any form of help that could come in and act as back up to make sure that we get through the gate in one piece. No matter how hard you try to pull things in your favor, it won't work. It won't work here. It just won't. Do I make myself absolutely clear, Mr Smith?"

"Yes, sir," Smith replied. "But.. . . wouldn't their cuffs look differently?" he gestured toward his hands. "Shackles look different from civilization to civilization."

"Like you've been cuffed," La Forge said, skeptically.

"Shackles made of pure, raw energy that burn your hands if you try to escape. . ." Smith recalled. "Shackles that become part of your skin, your bones, binding your wrists together and make it difficult to get off. Shackles that keep you held up and restrained from escaping floating in mid air left in the aching position for hours on end!" Smith shuddered then dramatically reiterated. "Oooooh, the pain, the paaain."

"Their shackles are not cruel, Mr Smith," S'Tiff said, as Harvey rolled a eye at the former Colonel.

"They have shackles that are like these," S'Teef said. "Based off eyewitness accounts."

"Eyewitnesses?" Smith asked.

"We got people on our side who likes to make sure we have a free Stargate system," La Forge replied.

"Vulcan High Council has only allowed us to help in this very risky mission," S'tiff said. "We are only working on limited time with Stargate Command."

"And we need your silence to get in," La Forge said. "Complete silence if we are going to pull this off."

"You have my word," Smith gestured toward himself with his index finger. "Complete silence." Smith twirled his finger in a circle toward the pavement.

La Forge appeared to be satisfied.

"Good," La Forge said, nodding her head growing a smile. "we will make it to our destination by nightfall."

"Will you come back for me?" Smith inquired.

"We won't need to. They will throw you in the gate and send you back once they realize the switcharoo," La Forge replied, easing the convict. "Move out!"

Smith was guided down the stairs with a slow shuffle. Smith took in a breath then exhaled enjoying the scenery around him gazing around with full attention and curiosity. Compared to the small squad, he was relaxed and calm surrounded by officers with P-90's strapped over their shoulders compared to their tense and serious demeanor's. The veil of grief had lowered from Smith's vision over the passing months allowing him to enjoy the simple pleasures of life. He looked up at the sound of a bird caw then lowered his gaze down seeing something white and liquid falling. His eyes landed on Harvey's head that became splattered in white. Harvey stepped aside then went into the forest as La Forge laughed. Harvey returned to the group then they resumed their travel moving into the forest.

It reminded Smith of his lonely travels in space on planet-side retrieving supplies with the occasional company under the cloak of dark. Sometimes, these company stabbed him in the back then ran off and left him to die, a few times were not as literal but the tranquil and calm scenery didn't make him feel as terrified as he normally would but angry, upset, and hurt. He shook his head straying his mind off the ugly memories. The memories of getting up to his feet using the tree bark as his support then yank the blade out of his back or being dragged on the ground in the arms of two muscular beings telling him to stand on his feet with dignity then with much reluctance doing so. The scene then didn't feel as calm and soothing but intense and intimidating. He didn't need to be afraid or feeling hurt. But the lonely feeling still lingered surrounded by officers wanting nothing more to get rid of him.

There was no doubt that Judy would have love Yutano as would all members of the Robinsons. He could easily see the looks of awe on their faces gazing up at the sky. John offering a theory on how two neighboring planets can be so close to a planet with a ring and the moon being so visible throughout the day. The children listening attentively to their father and cataloguing it in their minds of a truly unique planet. Smith wished they were there to enjoy the scenery. The group came to a stop in their tracks with their gazes fixed at a bat like yet pterodactyl like being flying overhead. Smith gave a scream at the creature. The group paused in their tracks simply unwilling to move where they stood. The grip on Smith's shoulders loosened while the officers eyes were on the creatures heading down toward them.