The camera focused behind Smith watching his shoulders lower as did his head as he took a sigh. It followed her down the hall, into the elevator, watched her go up, and joined her on the bridge following right behind her figure. The barrier was no longer covering the window. She placed aside the rail moving into the bridge gazing around the scenery. She came over to the recording device set alongside from the hatch door and pressed on the button expecting for a mission statement to be given. There was none that were given. She turned the recording device off then counted the cryostasis pods. There were ten of them in total, all designed for one human, rather than eleven cryostasis pods. She never was able to attempt to full her function for her family.

She observed the lack of a eleventh cryostasis pod that its space occupied by a large booth. She walked toward. Her blue eyes scanned the presence of German Shepherd. She raised her eyebrow in alarm. Dogs on the bridge? It added up to what he had told her and it seemed that they had brought the dogs in case he wasn't being exactly truthful. Why did his pod seemingly malfunction? And only his pod? She looked back at the obvious signs of glitching from the doors. She rubbed her chin walking right back into the elevator.

She closed the barrier then pressed on the button sending it down and brought the barrier forward. She opened the barrier aside once returning to the residential deck of the ship and walked down the hall processing what do with the criminal. Logically, she had to put him back inside the cryostasis pod. She had no interest in being dismantled and saw it in her chance to being used for a family unit. The doors automatically opened before the android.

"No information regarding my status," Smith said.

"Yes," Alexa Anne said.

Smith sighed.

"Oh well," Smith had difficulty getting up to his feet so Alexa Anne came over then brought him up to his feet. The elderly man grew stiff, feeling her fingers pressed against his aged shoulders bringing back uncertainty and terror in to the forefront of his mind. His mind reached out into the present hooking on to safesafesafesafesafe. "Now please, lower your hand to my elbow."

Alexa Anne lowered her hand down to his elbow wearing a puzzled look.

"Thank you," Smith said, gratefully. The tense, stiff demeanor faded away. "Back to a lifetime of hell I go."

Alexa Anne grew a concerned expression acknowledging the bitter, angry, tired tone in his voice.

"I do not believe that is not the intention of being in prison," Alexa Anne said, guiding him out the doors. "It is meant to be a rehabilitation facility."

Smith grunted.

"For some people, it is," Smith said.

Alexa Anne brought him to the pod. She slid out a thick keyboard out of the wall from beneath one of the screens and typed in her code.

"Code not accepted," the computer announced.

Alexa Anne furrowed her eyebrow.

"Code not accepted," the computer announced.

Smith watched her third attempt with intense speed banging on the keys.

"Code not accepted," the computer announced.

The loud beating on the keys repeated.

"Code not accepted," the computer announced.

Smith stepped aside then slid in front of her partially.

"It responds to the commands of Major Watson, Captain Hamall, and First Lieutenant Doctor Madalyn," Smith said. "You are not in the chain of command anymore, Alexa Anne."

Alexa Anne shifted toward him.

"I cannot wake up the crew," Alexa Anne said. "It is against the rules not to awaken them when there is no danger."

"I am not asking you to, madame," Smith said. "You're stuck with me for the foreseeable future," he rubbed his stomach as a grumble came from him. "Oh dear," he looked up toward the android. "Can you please take off these cuffs and allow me to make food for us?"

Alexa Anne tilted her head raising a arched eyebrow that seemed unhuman going over the edge where the eyebrow curved over.

"Androids cannot consume," Alexa Anne said.

"Course," Smith said, nodding his head. "But this organic needs to."

Alexa Anne took out a hair clip from her hair then bent it and eyed at him suspiciously.

"How can I be sure that you will not attempt to reprogram me?" Alexa Anne asked.

"If you recall, I have been out of the loop in the advancements of Robotology-" Smith started to say but was interrupted.

"It is Androidology, Zachary Smith," Alexa Anne cut him off watching what was left of his soul leave his body.

"For so long that I have no idea how you operate," Smith said. "The best psychologists, programmers, and engineers worked on creating you tiredlessly for hours," he walked around her very slowly. "They did a very good job on making you human but robotic in a way."

Alexa Anne took out a thin paper clip from her breast pocket wearing a wary expression toward him.

"I will uncuff you outside of the kitchen," Alexa Anne said.

"You still don't trust me?" Smith asked, hurt. He observed the 'is that a trick question' expression from her. "Right," He shook his head then nodded to himself. "I forgot who I was for a moment." He looked up toward the android as a though had suddenly occurred to him. "You do realize I can take a meat cleaver from the kitchen and attack you if I wanted to."

"Are you threatening me?" Alexa Anne asked.

Smith shook his head, disappointed.

"If you don't trust me then what is the point of going into the galley, alone, where you wouldn't know what I was up to?" Smith asked. "Or. . . You can watch me cook inside the galley if you are so interested in making sure I do not attempt to harm such fine, intricate beauty."

"I cannot be broken," Alexa Anne said. "But I can be damaged."

"Anything can be broken by sheer determination," Smith said. "Why don't you make the food if you don't trust me?"

"I am not made to cook," Alexa Anne said.

"But the logic is sound, isn't it?" Smith asked.

"I cannot leave you unattended," Alexa Anne said. "I cannot put you back into the pod for more than eight hours, and I cannot leave you in the way of sharp objects."

"Yes," Smith said.

She squinted her eyes at him.

"We are going in circles," Alexa Anne said, hiding her frustration behind her voice.

Smith lightly clapped his hands loudly together.

"Ah!" Smith said, pleasantly. "The most novel conversation I have had in. . ." He looked off, distantly, then looked over toward the woman with a unhappy expression on his face that seemed more dead than alive. Every letter that came sounded heavy and dull. "Twelve years." He held his index finger up. "But you can leave me in the temporary quarters, lock the doors, and make it yourself."

"I am not built to cook," Alexa Anne insisted. "It is not in my function."

"Back to the point in question," Smith asked, bending his index finger. "Is it logical to distrust someone who has no interest in taking apart a android? A doctor, a protector, and as a companion? Being stuck in my personal hell with no one to help me in this mother ship should it get damaged by a minimeteorological storm or a ion storm? I can't exactly go up with this bridge shocker in my head," he raised his clasped hands up and pointed toward the wound earning a dawning realization from her. "and do the repairs." he lowered his hands down.

"You went to the bridge," Alexa Anne said.

"To see if I wasn't alone," Smith said.

"This doesn't mean you will not be cuffed when I am moving you from room to room," Alexa Anne said.

"There is no one on this ship, asides to us, awake." Smith reminded her.

"It's standard procedure," Alexa Anne said.

"Standard," it sounded like Smith was going to crack. "Procedure."

"Yes," Alexa Anne said.

"That procedure is meant to work with people around," Smith was keeping himself calm pointing his fingers to the empty space around the android.

"Why are you shouting at me?" Alexa Anne said.

Smith clenched his hands, concealing his rage, with only a spark of anger lighting up his eyes.

"Because you haven't gotten it into your head that I am a tired. hungry. elderly. criminal," Smith said. A stark contrast from his over-the-top dramatics now punctuating his words for emphasis.

"Eight hours before our arrival to the destination, you will be cuffed and placed back into your cell," Alexa Anne said. "and I will delete all information pertaining to our journey before going into the recharge station."

"I won't tell," Smith said.

The look on his face easily said he wasn't willing to go through being not believed, again.

"Come along," Alexa Anne said, taking him by the elbow, gently.