Alexa Anne stepped out of her recharge station at the terrified screaming coming from Smith's cabin. She ran fast as she could and stepped in the way of the doorway leading to his quarters to see the man thrashing from side to side as though struggling to break free from binds keeping his hands together. She ran to his side getting onto the bed and picked him up then performed a comforting gesture rubbing his back as he was held close to her. She sang to him in a calming, soothing voice that began to ease the symptoms of the night terror. His figure was trembling as he screamed out of terror.

"NO, PLEASE! PLEASE, TURN THE LIGHTS ON, PLEASE!" Terrified and scared. "DON'T LEAVE ME IN HERE WITH THEM!"

His figure became relaxed, eased, and his hands dropped to his lap five minutes in to the night terror as she reached the ending.

"I won't leave you in the dark," Alexa Anne said.

She got out of bed then moved her way toward one of the panels. She came to a stop in front of the panel then switched the settings of the quarters to a soothing light blue that seemed fluid, friendly, and comforting. Smith's hands were out stretched clenching onto the blanket while resting on his side. She exited the quarters then returned to her recharge station. Smith called for her, again, this time needing help getting up from slipping and landing on his rear. W

hen she looked at what he had slipped on; Alexa Anne began to chuckle, snort, cackle, and finally turned into laughter earning a curious look from the unharmed elder who she reached a hand out for. He had slipped on a black sock that had fallen out of the laundry basket. When she opened her eyes, the episode was repeating so she left the recharge station and returned only to find that the room had entered pitch black.

He had forgotten about the night terror. Alexa Anne soothed him down until he was calm and in better spirits leaving her visibly bothered. Then did the same task as she did before and returned to her recharge station. It happened three more times leaving her standing by his bedside contemplating how to approach the issue. She looked over toward the pocket watch on the table then carefully slid it open and moved back toward the control console changing the lighting, again. She moved back toward the photograph and scanned the image identifying them as the Robinsons and their pilot, Don West.

She turned her attention up toward the snoring elderly man. It occurred to Alexa Anne that she was invading his privacy so she carefully closed the pocket watch that was set near a wrist watch covered in scratches, a few dents itself, and chipped at some parts. She walked out of the cabin then folded her arms patiently waiting for him to wake up. The dark halls began to light up section by section. The doors automatically opened with a woosh and a tired Smith came out only to stop.

"Alexa Anne?" Smith said. "I did not call for help."

"Zachary Smith, you have night terrors every time you sleep in the dark," Alexa anne said.

"I do not have night terrors," then he looked off toward the floor "Usually." He turned his attention back on to her. "I am sorry about that."

"Your nightmares have started since your time on this ship," Alexa Anne said.

"It has," Smith said, then he had a heavy sigh. "Care to come in and sit down?"

Alexa Anne nodded then walked in folding her arms and made her way over to the table across from his bed.

"I am listening," Alexa Anne said.

"A long time ago. . ." Smith said, visibly trembling. "I was held on a spaceship as captive." he sat down placing his hands on to the table. "Happened before you were even thought of," he had a sigh closing his eyes, momentarily, then opened them visibly disturbed.

"The Robinsons must have been suffering from being put through that," Alexa Anne said, earning a head shake in return.

"This was after them," Smith said.

"How did you get into that?" Alexa Anne asked.

"Stupid space kids," Smith said. "Wanted to pull a prank."

"What kind of prank?" Alexa Anne said.

"The kind that they have fun," Smith said. "It was in the final leg of the journey home." Alexa Anne was silent. "The Jupiter 2 was in darkness. They were making a mess of the residential deck while I was recovering in my quarters from a illness that made it difficult to see in the light," Smith stared off into oblivion. "I heard them. What they were doing. They made a mess out of the supplies throwing it around the room. All the while they avoided going into my room," Smith lowered his head, his eyelashes fluttering, with his eyes focused on the table. "They didn't realize there was someone resting inside of it. I may have taken on the character of a crazy old man a little too literal after hearing them going into the children's rooms with my laser pistol and went mad. I chased them out so they fired on me with their spaceship. I was about to use hyper drive when they started firing on the Jupiter 2. Fortunately for me, I was inside a spacesuit with newly installed window visor to protect my eyes. The illness made it difficult to see in the light."

"So even if they had disabled your ship and thoroughly left in ruins," Alexa Anne said. "you would be floating in space on limited oxygen waiting for the passer by to rescue you and your ship."

"Then get back to my ship and resume my journey," Smith added. "That was my immediate plan during the attack."

"And that's what you did," Alexa Anne said.

"I was picked up," Smith said. "By the wrong people."

"By who?" Alexa Anne said, earning a shrug as though he didn't know who they were anymore.

"This civilization made shackles between wrists and ankles made of bone covered in skin that generated after a sample," Smith said. "my cell was very unique. They had cells for everyone. Some were more cruel. Some were more lenient. Some were merely kind." Smith sighed. "I don't like to talk about what happened in there but it was one of the most terrifying experiences I had in space."

He placed his hands on to the table where she finally noticed how wrong they looked for fingers that were bent in ways that were not meant to be with scars covering the top with small rounded protrusions in series of two between his fingers on the sides. He was silent lost in thought going over the events. His hands told the story. He had to make sacrifices to get out. The horror sunk in as she looked up toward the elderly man wondering how he could move such damaged fingers. His fingers tapped on the table in a heavy, hollow way that were in a series of threes. Echoing over and over like a judge striking their gavel to regain order in the court room.

"I am the only one who has seen your fingers," Alexa Anne said.

"Yes," Smith said.

"Why didn't you get them fixed?" Alexa Anne said.

"They are a reminder of how hard I fought to bring the Jupiter 2 back to Earth," Smith said. "my battle scars you can say, madame," he placed his hands into his lap leaning back from the table. "And I am proud of it. Bringing something that belonged to the Robinsons back to Earth. Earth needed the closure more than I did," he placed his hands on the back of his head leaning back. "I talked about what happened at great length with Air Force approved therapists before my trial and sought heavy therapy to help me cope with being in the dark."

"It wasn't enough," Alexa Anne deduced.

"It was enough," Smith then changed his tone with a sad, bitter smile. "For being on Earth." He looked down toward his hands. "I can still hear the warm hum of the ship, the floor vibrating beneath my feet, and the cold. . . cold. . . Cold room." he closed his eyes placing his hands into his lap with a sigh. "The wind from the vents blowing against my back. I can still remember the unwanted company I had in the room. I can still hear them when I go into a dark room and close my eyes. I can still remember all that happened just to bring me down to the Jupiter, have emergency medical treatment on my hands, perform emergency repairs to the Jupiter 2, experience a betrayal, get out of their mess, and head back to Earth."

"Did these events coincide?" Alexa Anne said.

"One after the other," Smith said. "My fellow survivor was a healer but terrible at putting human parts together. Didn't know what he was doing."

"That is grounds for a lawsuit," Alexa Anne said.

"Why should I?" Smith asked. "I am never in pain."

"You should be," Alexa Anne said, then stood up. "I will return to my recharge unit."

"See you later," Smith said, then softly added. "Alexa."

Alexa Anne turned toward Smith then walked on. Smith came toward the panel and carefully inputted a command that made a disco ball gently come down the enter of his room. He looked on toward the image then picked up his prison outfit holding onto the side of his nightie and made his way out of the room.

"I thought you said Hymin," the albino alien said.

"I . . ." Smith started. "said. Human. Rogers."

"Sorry," Rogers apologized. "Want me to fix it?"

"No." Smith said, flatly.

"I can actually fix it!" Rogers said, tagging after Smith toward the elevator. "Hands are designed like mine, right?"

"You've done enough," Smith turned in the direction of the younger man with a flash of anger in his voice as he held up his horribly gone wrong fingers.