Alexa Anne grew alarmed then closed her eyes lowering her head down and the neon lights above her glowed a familiar, friendly red. Smith resumed reading the novel while waiting. He left and returned and left and returned every so often that it seemed it was taking a considerable long time for the clean up to be done. Alexa Anne's shoulders relaxed, lowered, and her hands relaxed from her palms. She looked around then walked on out of the room. She walked down the corridor detecting a scent carrying down the hall.

If she had to pinpoint it, it smelled like he was making himself some stew. She entered the kitchen to find him humming to himself without much of a melody but it sounded broken and bitter similar to how someone who hadn't sang in a long time had gotten worse at it. The automatic door remained open so she entered the room coming to a stop behind him then placed a hand on the top of his shoulder. Smith whirred toward Alexa Anne and grabbed her by the shoulder flipping the android over on to the floor.

"Smith," Alexa Anne said.

"Madame," Smith said, looking down on her with his hands placed on his hips. "How inconvenient is it to remember not to touch my shoulder?"

"It was not in my files," Alexa Anne said.

"I bet it was," Smith said, sarcastically then held out a hand and helped the android up to her feet.

"Is the touching your shoulder part of the incident where you were held captive?" Alexa Anne asked.

"No," Smith said. "It is a reflex from being back stabbed one too many times."

"Has that worked in your favor?" Alexa Anne asked.

"Many times, madame," Smith said, looking off distantly from the woman. "Many times. . ."

The tip of a dagger stung in his back. Smith loudly gasped whirring toward the surprised assailant holding onto the long, elaborate designed energy dagger that was dripping with specks of blood. Then flipped them over to the ground with a hard thud. Smith screamed, running off crashing to the ground on a pile of boulders and stumbled up to his feet. Speeding off in the direction of the Jupiter 2 with the large picnic basket weighing against his side carrying harvested nutrients. He became a distant black and purple figure among the scenery. His attacker stood there stunned, momentarily, then fled after the man who was much closer to the Jupiter than they were.

The scene panned over to Smith standing at the corner of a hall. He was eying passing uniformed men in a single file line with their feet hitting the ground in synchronization. One of them approached Smith from behind while carrying a phaser in one hand then pressed it against his back placing another hand on to his shoulder. Smith's eyes grew big then whirred around toward the man and flipped him over. Smith ripped out a phaser from his grip looking on ahead. The man from underneath him groaned so he fled on foot ducking into a open doorway and allowing the door to close behind him. His left sleeve had been torn off leaving his purple sleeve that ended at the shoulder quite exposed. He waited listening for the men and women to pass by him before he bolted out of the hall resuming his escape.

The camera swept by the corner changing scenery this time to Smith's arms on two muscular bull themed alien's shoulders with his hands and feet wrapped in gauze while his head was hung down toward the floor. The gauze was covered in blood. Rogers was the leader of the group ordering them silently to press their backs against the wall. Smith's blue eyes weakly dripped open while set on the floor. His pockets were visibly stained. The sound of heavy footsteps drew his eyes open with a look of horror on them turning his attention from the wall in the direction of the oncoming guards. Rogers panicked then ran down the hall leaving the escapees behind. Smith's eyes closed while mumbling in what was a different language to the others.

They nodded in agreement to his proposal then lifted lifted him up to his feet between them. They hooked their arms with his arms keeping him propped up without balance turning away from the approaching crowd and began to walk away. The remaining escapees fled as ordered by the remaining co-escapee leader beside Smith. He seemed to be light headed and headed toward uncertain doom. He straightened himself up giving them the nod with a aside glance. The security officers approached the men then one of them grabbed him by the shoulder. Smith flipped himself over acting as a pillar that swept the officers aside like a athlete knocking them down like bowling pins that sent others down from behind them. The muscular one carried Smith in her arms as they stampeded over the security officers headed toward freedom.

"Do you need help?" Alexa Anne asked.

Smith turned his attention back.

"Yes," Smith said. "We need to get rid of the glitches in the doors after dinner. There is no manual for that."

"You are in luck," Alexa Anne said. "I am the manual. I will get right on it." She turned away and walked off.

Smith watched the android walk away then looked down toward his steaming dinner. The steam rose and spread after a golden glow. Watson came out of the cryostasis pod rubbing the bridge of his nose then looked around noticing that he was the only one awake. The bridge was cloaked in darkness covered in a fine layer of dust on all the control. The lights kicked on a moment later from above the young man. Watson sighed, rolling a eye, his head lifted up toward the cieling and raised his arms up as though angry at a god.

"Ah come on," Watson said, irritated. "Now?"

Watson lowered his head then approached the large console.

"Let's see how the systems are doing," Watson said.

Watson tested each and every part of the ship hearing the soft beeps that reassured him everything was fine even working just the way he wanted them to. He dialed back on what he had started looking off from the console toward the resting officers and dogs in their cryostasis pods. Everything was fine. They were set to arrive in the next month to the fatal stop the Robinsons had taken. He had to check the prisoners pod to be very certain that everything was fine.

He went down the deck on the elevator and came out after sliding aside a barrier on the pitch black hall then made his way toward the cryostasis pod only to find it was empty. There was no slip of paper to reveal why it was empty. The prisoner's pod had malfunctioned. Alarms were going off in his mind only seeing red. He ran down the hall to find the recharging android.

"Alexa Anne," Watson said.

Alexa Anne's eyes opened.

"Operating and functioning for duty," Alexa Anne said.

"I am going to ask you once," Watson said. "Where is Zachary?"

"I do not know a Zachary," Alexa Anne said.

"Zachary Smith," Watson said.

"Smith is resting in his quarters," Alexa Anne said. "He has been out for eleven months, four days, twenty hours, forty minutes, and eight seconds."

"Zachary should have been put into his cryostasis pod," Watson said. "This is mutiny."

"Putting him in?" Alexa Anne asked, taken back.

"Not putting him back in earlier," Watson said.

Alexa Anne appeared to be insulted.

"Cryostasis pod needs to be readjusted," Alexa Anne said. "I was locked out of command."

"Ah, right," Watson said. "I'll fix that. Sorry."

"Rule are made to be followed," Alexa Anne said. "Your anger was justified. You are forgiven."

"After I fix it, take him into his prison pod when he is awake," Watson said.

"Yes, sir," Alexa Anne said, nodding her head.

"What else has he done?" Watson asked.

"Gardening, reading, make food, eating, sleeping, performing laundry," Alexa Anne said. "I am not sure about the waste department-"

"I get the point," Watson said. "We don't need him eating our rations."

"He has been eating food that he has been making himself plucking them from 'hydroponics'," Alexa Anne said.

"Your primary mission is to get him into that pod," Watson said. "The next time he asks for help. And if he doesn't do as you ask, make him. Do anything that needs to be done. Go against your programming to make sure it is done by twenty-four hours." his glare was more striking than Smith's that made her perform the reprogramming as ordered. "If there has to be a conflict then you have my permission to engage in it. We can find the bodies either way."

"Then why take him?" Alexa Anne asked.

"It's the only way Alpha Control would let me do the retrieval to bring the Robinsons home," Watson said. "You are under my command, my command only, you're not a explorer but a soldier."

"Yes, sir," Alexa Anne said. "Changes have been completed."

"Alexa Anne, sleep," Watson said, then watched her eyes closed and walked off with his hands in fists making his way toward the cryostasis pods. "He will listen to her."