It is only later when he goes through the gate with a slip of paper to Earth coordinates using the DHD and encouraged to explore it a bit does he wonder why they would have appreciated it. It was dark as though it had seen far better days. Smith was trembling looking around the factory like scenery. He took a tentative step forward, gazing around slipping the paper into his pocket. This Harlan fellow had to be around here somewhere. It was a favor that he could gleefully return, he wanted it to last forever, a lifetime if possible rather than going back to Earth and remaining cuffed for the rest of his days. He walked on calling "Hello?" repeatedly. His voice echoing around him. He eventually came over to a large computer that seemed to be deactivated. The colors were dark and cool coming from the large computer, smaller but still as large to the convict, with his intrigue caught.

There was a ominous robotic, alien sound that suddenly came from around him.

That wasn't good.

He took a step back looking both ways visibly trembling, calling out, "Harlan? Harlan?" He looked around. "I come in peace, Colonel O'Neill sent me to give you some company," his voice echoed back. "Harlan!"

Smith gave a girly scream then turned around.

The convict began to flee where he started to run down the corridor.

A bolt of energy from the background that struck him in the back sending him falling to the floor.

Smith regained consciousness strapped on a metal bed and screamed at who was above him.

A strange large man appeared beside him with clasped hands looking over tilting his head, "Comtraya!"

Smith gave out another scream.

The man reached his hand out in a robotic way, "This is your custom, yes?"

Smith screamed.

"Do not be afraid, I am Harlan the sole survivor of Altair, I am friend," Harlan unbound the man with a press of a button and Smith bolted off the bed and made a run for it. Smith whipped around placing his back against the door with his fingers placed against it and he stared at the man. "Why are you afraid?"

"You attacked me!" Smith said, placing his hand on to his chest. "I have every reason to be afraid for my life!"

"Oh," Harlan said. "It did happen that way to your perspective," he looked off regretfully. "Yes." Harlan's eyes shifted toward Smith. "I did that."

"Why would you do that to someone my age?" Smith asked, horrified.

"It could not be helped," Harlan said.

"What do you mean by couldn't be helped?" Smith asked.

"It must scan and retrieve DNA of each individual who comes to my home," Harlan said

Smith looked down to check his garments then relaxed, he wasn't a clone.

"You could have asked," Smith said, bitterly. "Showed up and not given me the scare," he walked forward with his hands in fists. "You do not treat company this way. That is cruel of you!" he poked at the man's chest, repeatedly. "Undeniably cruel!"

"I was recharging," Harlan replied. "I would have been there." Smith narrowed his eyes. "Believe me. I am always at the gate when company arrives," A sole survivor being bold to stand out? Not likely, Smith wagered, Harlan hid. Harlan was a coward. Harlan gestured toward the door. "You can go home now." Home. Home. Home. Smith's first thought was to the Jupiter 2 and his family. No, Earth was home. His family was dead. Earth was home! Smith had to remind himself. "The transfer was completed hours ago."

"And you just woke me up," Smith said, glaring down the man. "Now?"

"The other is a very entertaining individual so I lost track of time," Harlan said. "Comtraya!" he clapped his hands throwing them into the air growing a smile on his face. "Good company, good company!" he came toward one of the panels then typed in a code and the door slid open to the corridor. Smith slid the paper out from his pocket. "Company is sleeping."

Smith folded his arms, shaking his head, taking a sigh very disappointed.

"Does he know?" Smith asked.

"Yes," Harlan said. "It's been a wild twenty-four hours."

"A wild day?" Smith asked. "You drugged me?"

"No, just put you on pause," Harlan said, earning big eyes from Smith. "Company got stuck so my friends had to go rescue him."

"Oh dear," Smith rubbed his forehead. "They should have told me before I came here." Smith shook his head then sighed turned his attention onto Harlan. "Goodbye, Harlan."

Smith walked through the corridor and wandered off.

The sound of his boots echoed behind him.

"You are going the wrong way," Harlan popped up behind him then gestured toward the direction behind Smith. "The gate is this way."

Smith shifted toward the direction that was pointed in then turned his attention toward the shorter man.

"Thank you, sir," Smith said, appreciatively.

Smith slipped out the pocket watch sparing a glance to his lost family.

"Ah, your family?" Harlan said.

Smith's eyes shifted toward Harlan.

"Once," Smith said, returning his attention on to the sparkling gray and lively colored photograph. "I did."

"I understand," Harlan said. "My family is still out there. They occasionally visit from time to time. Dangerous line of work they do. Dangerous! Dangerous!"

A certain warmth stirred inside Smith as he grew a sad smile.

"I feel for you," Smith said, nodding his head then turned around and walked on.

The pocket watch was returned into his pocket. Smith looked down toward the paper with a strange set of symbols beside Harlan's address. It was another planet, so it read, that had a line of text reading 'Dial home here, home address is on the back, please rip into shreds after dialing home'. He took out the bulky device from his pocket once folding the paper. The home emitter was already set up for him. He made his way toward the path that became more familiar to his eyes making him pause once seeing the computer. He looked around warily then bolted in the direction that he had been going in earlier. It had been a wild and terrifying post-Jupiter 2 adventure Smith would give it that. He hoped it would never, ever, happen again. The thought of being returned to a Earthly prison reassured him that things would return to some form of normalcy. He looked forward to it.

It all depended on ones perception regarding the situation. One Smith was going to be happy and the other was going to be sad for the foreseeable future. Smith came to the large, dark gray protruding item with the gem at the center that stood erect from the ground marked by strange symbols varying in shape just like the one he had seen Daniel press to bring him here. Smith placed the bulky device into his pocket then pressed the symbols as they had been chronologically organized on the paper. The gate opened clasping onto the symbols sending out a cloudy splash out and returned into the center. Smith spared one last glance at the factory feeling the familiar tug to stay behind in freedom and good company. But then he was here, wasn't he? Living as a free man quite happily with company. Harlan came to a stop across from him at the rails giving a small wave. Smith returned with a equally bitter, sad wave.

All he had to expect was being cuffed all over again and being restrained for the return trip to prison. Smith lowered his hand, closing it, letting it fall down to his side. The convict turned his attention on then fled into the gate where he arrived to a beach. Smith set the paper into his pocket strolling toward the beach where he sat on the sand and enjoyed the scenery. He observed the waves loudly crashing against the shore and the sight of birds flying from overhead in the distance making caws. He saw two moons peaking out from behind clouds among the blue sky feeling the wind blow against him. He could spend some time enjoying the scenery before returning to his chaotically long, curved cruel path.