The scene panned over into the restroom where Smith was in front of the the mirror where the electric razor lay on the sink with a small comb and scissors. His prison outfit lay on the top of a toilet. Around his fingers were burn scars that contrasted against his skin that seemed to be more of a sore which couldn't be popped spreading toward his fingers that had the qualities of having been burned badly but changed to a certain alien degree. He rubbed the palm of his hands letting releasing a sigh letting go of the palms.

He could see the young-had he ever been young?- No, middle aged happy Doctor Smith from before the temple staring back only with miserable, lonely eyes that didn't belong. He could see the points at where the middle aged man ended and the elderly man had begun. Smith slowly reached his hand out for the electric razor. His hand visibly trembling. He pressed on a soft blue button and started with his over grown beard.

The buzz was kind to his ears as part of his beard fell into the sink where it was washed away automatically into a system that separated it from the water and into a bag. Clipping away at the silver hair until the very elderly Zachary Smith stood from the other side of the mirror. He stepped into the large machine that was glowing a gentle purple from around him within reflecting against the panel glass with his eyes closed leaning forward with his forehead on the wall ahead of him.

The camera moved toward his back where faint scars from previous attacks were seen along his shoulder blades and moved over to his chest to display scars from his time as hostage given away by Stargate command. Bite marks decorating his upper torso most notably the shoulder blades. His arms were covered in old, faded scars that ranged from being hurt by animals, tools, and weapons as the filth vibrated off his figure. He leaned up then moved out of the sonic shower with his feet meeting the warm, dry rug lacking water on his skin.

The camera shifted toward his legs to reveal that they too were not spared of what he had gone through in torture. Scars that had long healed but still remained on his skin. The camera returned up to reveal Smith had a resigned demeanor with a lowered head and quietly got dressed. His heart felt heavy at the knowledge of being forced to return. Truth be told, Smith was in acceptance mode while Major Watson was still in bargaining. A position that forced the elderly man back into space. A place that brought up old feelings about thirty-one years ago on Robinsons Paradise. The mere thought of the name made him close his eyes, painfully.

He was feeling rather scared about going back there.

What if the bubbles in the wall had spread to the ground and were in hiding waiting to finish what they had started?

What if he was going to be next?

He sat on the toilet slipping out the well cared for pocket watch holding it into his hands clicking it open.

The sight of the Robinson with smiles brought him back down to the planet with reassurance.

It's going to get better. It's going to get better than this. It's going to be okay.

Smith clicked it close and slid the silver pocket watch into his pocket. Using the rail as support, the elderly man stood up from the toilet beginning to make his way out of the bathroom. The bathroom door closed behind him. The air felt heavy around him with weighted down shoulders and boots that trudged through mud. The door to his quarters opened before him and he walked out slowly. Madalyn stood up to her feet coming to his side then gently cuffed him as his hands were clasped together. The cuffs fastened to his healed wrist with a click. She was in her field uniform that was black and silver complete with a thick backpack that had silver straps on her shoulders that complimented her dark skin quite well.

"You don't look ready to go on a long walk," Madalyn said.

"It's been a very long time since I have been there," Smith said. "Last time. . . Last time. . ." He closed his eyes, shaking his head, then reopened his eyes turning his attention on to the young woman. "I came back alone." he had a sigh. "But this time, I won't come back alone." he had a half-smile at the idea. He had a resigned, yet accepted gaze over the subject. The elderly man briefly looked off toward the floor looking back rather fondly at a memory.

"You won't," Madalyn said, reassuringly.

Smith looked up toward the doctor.

"Going back there to the scene of tragedy. . ." he looked toward the hall. "The thought of going there is difficult. Difficult to see myself doing it. Surreal to be here, again. I am afraid. Very history will repeat itself and I will be alone, again," his shoulders slumped. "no one believing a word I say, being accused of murder, what is left of my character being attacked mercilessly and aggressively. And maybe, just maybe, not having it at all and being forced to carry out the rest of my sentence in a super max. That would be kind."

"No one is ever ready to face the scene of a tragedy," Madalyn said.

"If it came down to it then I would take the Jupiter to Alpha Centauri and let the warden eat cake," Smith said, earning a bemused look from the doctor.

"They're waiting for us at the hangar bay," Madalyn said.

"Why not go down the residential deck?" Smith asked.

"It's part of the rules to meet as a team in the hangar bay before we start a mission," Madalyn said.

She took him by the elbow and walked away from the doors.

"Alpha Control must have a cooperating eyewitness to the Jupiter fleeing from this planet after their demise," Smith said.

"You can say," Madalyn then added. "Sort of."

Smith looked toward the woman raising a eyebrow.

"Sort of?" Smith asked, confused

"Alpha Control still has the Jupiter 2's navigation system in lock up," Madalyn said. "The best people retraced all the routes taken with time stamps."

They went into the elevator then Madalyn slid the barrier in front of them and pressed the down button, The elevator came to the hangar bay with Madalyn and Smith side by side then the barrier was slide aside. Smith slowly walked toward the exit of the ship. The dogs were surrounding Hamall walking around his legs tying him up with rope as he was talking to Bobellis who wore a long look turning his gaze toward Watson who stood at the entrance with hands linked behind his back. Carly and Sanchisko were side by side walking down the entrance. Watson looked in the direction of Madalyn and Smith then walked down the platform ahead of them. Smith wore a saddened look on his face seeing the familiar scenery from ahead making his way toward the doorway.

The camera backed out watching the crew go down the platform becoming merely shadows that began to blend into the background that slowly turned to pitch black and the Chariot vanish from the scene. The darkness was broken by headlights piercing through the darkness with loud humming and the sound of wheels speeding against the ground. The Chariot came flying into the Jupiter 2030 with Watson in the drivers seat appearing to be irritated and very annoyed.

There was a announcement spreading throughout the ship in a woman's voice: Major Watson has boarded the Jupiter 2030. Jupiter is preparing for ascension. The camera swirled into his view to show the Robot standing by a cargo box. Watson put the Chariot into park then opened the door and leaped out. He marched toward the Robot.

"Where is Zachary Smith?" Watson said.

"There is not a Zachary Smith here," The Robot said.

"And now he decides to go into the prison pod," Watson said. "I just have to make sure he has returned into it this time without any persuasion."

"This time?" The Robot asked, bobbing his head up.

"I sent the ship's designated environmental android to make sure he went returned to stasis," Watson said. "With his cooperation. I have to make sure that he has gone into his pod," The way that was said made the the nanobots inside the Robot crawl up the walls. "Last time it malfunctioned. He didn't go back inside while we were asleep."

The Robot's head bobbed up in alarm.

"Are you implying that he was the only one awake on the way here?" the Robot asked, lowering his head loudly watching the young man head toward the doorway.

Watson turned around.

"According to his pod," Watson said, pressing the up button. "He spent sixteen hours in there."

"How long have you known?" The Robot asked

"Since the beginning of this week," Watson said, the elevator rolled up on to the upper deck with his arms folded.

The Robot slid open the cargo box to reveal a trembling, lone whimpering Smith in the corner.

"But there is a Doctor Smith here," The Robot said.