A/N Several big ass paragraphs have been broken up for the  Wattpad variation of this scene. You're welcome.

Smith's eyes fluttered open with sore, aching hands. He began to awake turning his gaze down toward his hands to find the silver bands binding his wrists together. How great. He had been bleeding out on the floor for god knows how long-wait, he wasn't on the floor. He was on a bed. He turned toward his side feeling lethargic observing the scene around him. Smith gently lead himself down the bed with care by sliding forward his legs on the edge then propped himself up by his elbow and placed his hands onto the blanket.

He moved it aside and noticed that he was still wearing his shoes. He forced off the black shoes sending them to the floor where they hit with a thud. There was something on the side of his head right alongside his embedded electrocution device. Anti-bridge machine? Could be. That wasn't quite a elegant, straight to the point name.

The elderly man set aside the blanket.

He moved from alongside the bed making his way to the wall set to his left.

He pressed a large button set beside a large, circular window.

In a series of friendly beeps, the door to the large window swept up to reveal the all too familiar scenery. Forgetting the scene of stars moving from around him as the ship flew through space ever so gently like a boat being rocked against by the force of the waves that lapped on the wood. It was gloomy standing in front of the window standing in the dark within the bright room.

He took out a silver well aged pocket watch that had been chipped away, scratched, bruised, and not bright as once had been. The silver hoop seemed to be kept together by super glue that made the cracks in it seem visible. He peeled open the pocket watch very carefully. The silver light from the photograph outshined the fading golden from the photograph letting a comforted sigh escape from him. He wanted to be fifty-four, again, not eighty-nine tethered above ninety.

His fingers gently closed the lid to the pocket watch as though it were delicate and moved it into his pocket. He pressed on the button that made the window close the sight of space leaving him with the allusion that he was in a highly stylized bedroom in a house. A highly stylized cell that was better than the small cell that he had lived in. He looked back toward the bed that was more space like rather than human made. It had the same material that he used to crawl under while lost in space and sleep. Warm light gray material that seemed slick and new but familiar at the same time.

Except the blanket was much larger to accommodate for several people. It was the space burrito bed that he also came to notice that the second flap was laid on the bed while the other half was curled aside. The pillow seemed to retain its shape. He pressed his hands down on to then reached it back and watched it bounce back right back into shape. There wasn't that much different between the pillows. Smith moved toward the door and observed it searching for a visible weakness to exploit.

Which there was none to take advantage of.

He knocked on the door lightly searching for a weak point and kicked at it repeatedly.

There was no weakness in the doors.

Smith paced the room contemplating his next move.

Obviously, someone was awake on the ship.

Obviously, someone had taken care of him-Smith walked into the bathroom to find the mirror displayed his healing face. He tilted his head to the side observing long, thin strands of dark lines set in his silver hair. Someone had well tended to his stitches. He walked out of the bathroom and the doors automatically closed behind him. He jumped turning around as it finally struck him. He looked around for diamonds alongside the doorway. Commonly waved at or pressed on by aliens to open the doorway to another part of the ship. At his presence, the doors opened before him automatically. Smith stepped back in amazement.

His eyes grew big in awe slowly turning his attention up.

He bolted and came toward the other door that he knocked on repeatedly crying for help.

The door opened to reveal the android standing before him with her hands linked behind her back.

"That does not make sense," Alexa Anne said. "I observe no recent injuries on your person."

"No," he let out a sharp in take of air then lowered his head, guiltily, raising it up. "But I am scared and confused."

Alexa Anne raised her eyebrows.

"Confused?" Alexa Anne asked. "Is that a human emotion?"

"All living beings feel confusion," Smith replied. "And I am terribly sorry regarding this way that we have met properly."

"You were a criminal," Alexa Anne said.

"Still am," Smith said.

"Why are you on my ship?" Alexa Anne asked.

"I am being transported to another planet," Smith said.

"State the purpose," Alexa Anne requested.

"To lead the crew to the Robinsons," Smith said, walking away then slumped against the wall allowing Alexa Anne to enter as he wore a distant look. "A useless trip."

"Why?" Alexa Anne asked, tilting her head.

"There are no remains to retrieve," Smith said.

"My vessel is not a prison transport," Alexa Anne said.

Smith sharply turned toward her.

"It's a military vessel, madame," Smith said. "It can be whatever they want it to be."

"It is a multi generational spaceship," Alexa Anne said.

"Used to be," Smith said, lowering his gaze toward the floor. "used to be."

"Explain," Alexa Anne said, drawing his gaze up.

"It ran into a problem that couldn't keep its family," Smith sat down on to the bed. "Or sustain life for so long," he shrugged. "Now, I have find out these glitches for myself."

The bathroom door opened and closed drawing their attention.

"I will turn the ship around," Alexa Anne said.

"How excellent!" Smith sarcastically said, lifting himself up to his feet with difficulty. "You'll be dismantled or better yet taken apart to become a toy baby that needs to be taken care of!"

he threw his hands up briefly in the air.

"And I will be put into a pod, reawakened one year from now, and be forced to dig up old memories and spend six months planet side where they will not stop looking for their bodies over my repeated relay of what happened. No one LISTENS to me about that day! And then, everything will become more darker than it was before because eventually they will jump to another nasty conclusion. That I ate them and made sure to put their bones in the galley then scatter their ashes out in space where they would be forever more."

The elderly man sat down on to the edge of the bed brewing with fury that seemed to be radiating off his figure and his hands were trembling on his knees as the camera moved up to reveal that he was trembling all over. Smith raised his hands up toward his face and wept. Alexa Anne did not know what to do when it came to the prisoner. She went through several simulations in her head regarding would happen if she approached him.

He was a dangerous criminal known to manipulate anyone when it came to his well being and known to murder people when they had gotten in his way. Smith set his hands down into his lap looking up toward the ceiling back to a reasonable calm and his face showed how tired he was, emotionally, not physically. It seemed he was being held down by a heavy weight as she walked away.

"You could at least take me back to my pod and make sure I stay there," Smith said, his words like a dozen hot and sharp pointed swords that stabbed into the android's back. "By changing the orders to a specific time from a year for now."

"I do not know if you are meant to be out of it," Alexa Anne said. "Your pod may have been programmed to set you out initially with a correctional officer."

"And where is that correctional officer?" Smith asked.

Alexa Anne looked away, contemplating, then turned her attention toward the expectant elderly man.

"I do not know why they are not here," Alexa Anne said.

"If it that were meant to be that way then surely they would have been waiting for me," he raised his white, thinning eyebrow up.

"They would," Alexa Anne said.

"But. . ." Smith started.

"There is chances I was the designated individual to be tightly aware of your whereabouts," Alexa Anne said.

Smith lowered his brow then rolled his eyes.

"Considering yourself as the designated security officer is not in your function, madame," Smith said. "Had they decided on that matter then they would have put that into your personality matrix." He shook his index finger at her. "You would not be the same."

"I would be the same person," Alexa Anne said.

Smith squeezed his eyes shut.

"You really wouldn't," Smith said.

"That certainty is highly unnecessary and very negative," Alexa Anne said. Smith sighed, opening his eyes with his fingers clasped together in front of his chin and his two index finger placed against the bottom of his lips. "There is only one conclusion that makes sense: your pod was sabotaged."

"Baaah," he waved his left hand in the air with his right hand clutched in a fist within the palm of his free hand. "It was a glitch. If it were sabotaged then we would be adrift in a section of space away from familiar constellations and no way to return everyone back home," He clasped his hands loudly together smacking his palms. "I have not been important to anyone . . ." his eyes cast down toward the floor with a fond look in his eyes looking back at better times. "in a very long time."

"Finding the Robinsons corpses is important to someone," Alexa Anne said.

Smith rubbed his chin turning his attention up toward her.

"Why don't you check for yourself regarding my issue on the bridge?" Smith suggested.

"That, I will," Alexa Anne said, then walked off and the door closed behind her.