Madalyn looked down in pity toward the resting doctor wearing a large band-aid on the side of his head. She had lied. She didn't put the anti-bridge shocker back into his head. She looked down toward the device in her hand. She slipped it into her pocket and covered it up. She wasn't going to make his time on the Jupiter 2030 more miserable than it was. Being alone was the worst thing in the world.

He had been alone for eleven months asides to having a android acting as his friend. She stepped out of the doorway then removed the lock on it and made her way toward the elevator. She pressed the up button and linked her hands behind her back once sliding the barrier in front of her. She was certain that she had made the right decision.

The elevator came to a stop then she slid the barrier aside and walked on toward her pod. Everyone was back in their pods fast asleep. She couldn't help but feel internal disgust when looking at Watson's pod. She walked into the stasis pod then pressed on the side and her hands placed to her side. At what felt like a moment later, she came out of the pod joining the other members of the crew.

She looked on toward Watson who was stretching his arms. Everything felt completely normal to the mission but she couldn't help but feel that she had to break her association to him once they got back to Earth taking on a different career path that wasn't going to be in space.

World War 3 was currently brewing and they needed all the doctors they could get putting the soldiers back on their feet to defeat the Eastern Coalition. It was a shame that most of the great doctors were currently behind bars unable to provide aid due to their hands in genetic meddling. The elevator brought her down as she was smiling from ear to ear then came to the door where Smith was supposed to be. Only to find it was locked. The computer indicated there were no lifeforms inside of it or a body.

She moved to the next door and the next and the next finding that they were all the same until she went to the library where she heard a faint snoring coming from inside. She left and returned with the cuffs that were located in the android lab. He was in his prison outfit that was smelled well like it had been cleaned a few hours ago. The wound from his forehead had healed away leaving behind a faint small, circular shape where the bump used to be. The doors closed behind the woman.

"Wake up, Mr Smith," Madalyn said, placing a hand on his shoulder very gently.

Smith woke up with a startle then stood up and flipped her over.

"Good morning," Madalyn said.

Smith covered his mouth looking over.

"Oh dear," Smith said. "I did not mean to do that."

Madalyn laughed, propping herself up.

"It's alright," Madalyn said, then was helped up by the doctor.

"Have we finally gotten there?" Smith asked.

"Yes," Madalyn said, noticing that he had red eyes. "You have been crying."

"Who cries for the Robinsons when so close to their resting place?" Smith asked, his eyes gazing down toward her hands then looked up toward her. "Might I get myself in order?"

It was then she noticed that his beard had out grown, there was a bad smell coming from as though he hadn't showered in a very long time when his face looked clean to her. She could feel anger crashing through her walls and murder what little of respect that she had for Watson. She was tempted to take him by the hands and clasp them, tightly, to reassure him that everything was going to be fine. It was going to be okay from there. What she did was nod and held her hand out for him. It was then that the horrifying sight of his hands became crystal clear to her watching the long, curved twisted fingers wrap around her palm that seemed unnatural. His fingernails were clean. His hair was longer than the last time that she had seen it. She looked over noticing a stench. Her eyes caught sight of a single bucket.

She marched out of the library taking him in hand then looked over noticing that there was a collection of bean bags in the make shift shape of a bed and a lamp laid beside it. She was barely able to control herself as she made it to the last door then furiously typed in her authorization code and allowed him in. She placed her back against the wall and fought back tears at what she had seen. Hamall approached the woman who had her back slunk down to the wall and her head tilted up.

"What's wrong, Doctor?" Hamall asked.

She looked toward Hamall.

"Watson," Madalyn said.

"What about him?" Hamall said.

"I . . ." she couldn't start. "I . . ." she shook her head and he knelt down to her level. "Check the library."

A few minutes later, Hamall returned and sat down beside her.

"I took care of it," Hamall said.

"Are you going to send a message to Alpha Control?" Madalyn asked.

"As the pilot, I have to," Hamall said. "My god. My god." he closed his eyes then opened them turning his head toward Madalyn. "I will get the dogs," he placed a hand on her shoulder. "We should have turned around."

"Now you admit I am right," Madalyn said.

"I am always slow when it comes to that," Hamall said. "I am sorry. I should have listened to you."

Hamall patted on her shoulder then got up to his feet moving away from the woman.