The health screen sizzled alongside Smith's cryostasis pod with text being blurred, text being out of order, and colorful lines flickering on the screen. The text changed from one year to eight hours as the glitching sound continued from the screen until it solidified showing not a sign of a glitch. The camera drew back over toward the pod coated in light gray. The mist on the cryostasis pod drew back once the golden light emitted from the criminal's figure. Smith stumbled out landing to his side against the wall.

He looked around searching for members of the team that he had seen earlier. There was no one there. He furrowed his brows walking forward in a searching manner very wary. Smith turned around then walked over to the series of screens embedded into the wall with a 1960's flair to it featuring a bulky keyboard partially sticking out from underneath the screen. He looked down toward the lower screen that read in full 'TIME LIMIT: EIGHT HOURS'. He had only been inside the stasis pod for eight hours. It became apparent they were taking the long way to the planet.

"Hello, anyone there?" Smith called, turning away from the cryostasis pod. "Anyone?"

There was silence in the room asides to the warm hum of the engines.

"Anyone?" Smith said, walking forward with great care and caution. "Hmm. . . that's odd."

Smith came into the elevator then slid open the rails with ease then moved his hands up to the familiar button pointing up.

"This is very strange," Smith said, as the elevator rumbled up. "Very strange."

A highly shocking, painful sensation tore through the side of his head circulating throughout his body sending Smith down to the floor screaming in pain. The pain ceased once he hit the floor. Smith lifted himself up to be struck by it again landing back where he had started. His eyes swept the familiar bridge with the large astrogator in the way and he could see the edge of a foot to a officer peeking through the transparent glass of the cryostasis pod.

He was left in a pickle with no clear way out of the problem. He flopped over to his side then dragged himself to the corner of the elevator. He wasn't going to starve here, he wasn't going to die of thirst, and he wasn't going to be electrocuted to death. The will to survive screamed loudly from the elderly man while lifting himself up against the pain sizzling from the side of his forehead and brought up section of rail by rail until he was up to his feet.

The elderly man flung himself against the side railing of the elevator kept in place by the barrier in front of him. He moved his fingers on to the edge searching for the buttons as burns were forming from along his head. He slid his hands down where his fingers were greeted by two elevated, rounded surfaces. He pressed the second button sending himself falling to the floor in a clump landing on to his side and steam radiated off his head while whimpering in pain. There was a newly formed cut trailing in his thinning hair to the side with blood oozing out. He had survived. He had survived. He had survived. The elderly man sighed, in relief, feeling the soft pain from his head.

"Help me. . . Someone. . . Help me. . ." Smith cried, weakly and tiredly. No one was there to help, not this time, not this time. "Help."

He could feel his consciousness fading.

No, he wasn't ready to go. No, he wasn't-he wasn't and with that, he found the energy to scream repeatedly.

"HELP!"

From the recharge unit, the android's eyes fluttered open in a way that was human and her brown eyes fit well against her demeanor.

"HELP!"

The recharge station slide up from her neck, to her head, and came to a stop from above her head.

"HELP!"

The neon lights remained on from above Alexa Anne.

"HELP!"

Her facial movements seemed human displaying a curious yet alarmed expression on her face.

"SOMEONE. HELP ME!"

She walked out of the Android Lab heading in the source of the screaming.

"PLEASE!"

The Android came to a stop in front of the barrier then moved the railing aside.

"HELP!"

Smith looked up to see the figure and stared at her in horror.

"I am Alexa Anne," Alexa Anne said, she scanned his face then chucked it through facial recognition software. "I am help."

"Oh dear," Smith said, as she knelt down to him and blacked out.

A set of files popped up displaying his history. The files said this man wasn't part of her family unit. This man was the convicted former colonel, ex-physician of the Robinsons, once a doctor: Zachary Smith. Why was he aboard her ship? Why did she lack her family unit? Was her ship turned into a space prison? Were they taking him somewhere? The thought bothered her. Alexa Anne gently picked him up into her arms like he were a delicate doll that had to be held properly. She made her way down the corridor listening to the snores that began to come from the elderly man. The doors wooshed open before her leading into a white room. She placed him down on to a white bed that crunched statically against the weight of his body. She slid up the feet rests allowing his feet to rest with support.

Alexa Anne went to work repairing the injury from the side of his skull wearing long see through gloves that reached up to her elbows. She carefully applied a cloth of cool water then applied the cool press to the man's head. His snoring was carried in the small medical room. She observed the swelling decrease in size over the passing hours and then took it off once it was down a certain level.

She applied a antibiotic ointment to the wound, placed the material back into their designated places, and picked him up then carried him down out of the medical room. She chose one of the smaller quarters that had a single bed carefully moving in making sure that he didn't hit his head on the doorway. The doors automatically closed behind her then seated him down into a chair.

She set the bed up by moving the blankets aside and moved him into the bed. Her energy level was down so after checking his vitals and ensuing that he was safe and sound after tucking him in, Alexa Anne left the room then turned around and locked it for safe keeping. She returned to her recharge station coming to a stop underneath it it. The rounded sections came down and rested above her head.