The shock hadn't faded regarding the news. Joshua Franklin West was his son. He scoured his memories looking back at previous flings with girlfriends that he had relations with prior to going aboard the Jupiter 2. The Robinsons were in new civilian wear that screamed a different era from the one that they had left.

Maureen was in a pink shirt and long bell bottoms that highlighted her figure more than it had for her previous outfits with a more pronounced turtle neck that was folded and larger than before. A yellow shirt and green bell bottoms fitted the professor quite well even for the major who had a yellow shirt and orange bell bottoms.

Their colorful outfits were contrasted by the black belts around their waists standing in the conference room. They were out of communication range, even the alien mother ship had backed off after taking the alien lizard being, unable to get more information regarding Franklin. Don had read the report regarding the attempt at Smith's life. Lower abdomen, clean wound, bruises decorating the man's body as though he had been bound and tied.

The door to the conference room opened letting in Smith.

He wore dark sunglasses that masked his empty eye sockets using the Robot as his guide and was clean shaven.

He seated down into the chair across from them on the other side of the table and took a visible sigh.

"Where do you want me to start?" Smith asked.

"Joshua, then to the beginning," John said.

"I had dementia when I met him," Smith started. "Unable to form memories that were recent. I thought he was you, Major."

"It's Colonel now," Don said. "I know, I am still getting used to the fast promotion."

Smith grew a teary smile that seemed to be beaming.

"Then this gift from the alien shouldn't belong to me," Smith slid over a colonel's wings. "Colonel."

Don caught the wings.

"Dishonorable discharge," Smith said. "Right after they transferred me to public prison."

Don looked up toward the elderly man.

"He looked just like you with the exception of his voice and his birth mark. He insulted you. I asked him to take it back but he didn't so I slapped him. I revealed who I was then out of self defense I slammed his head on the table and punched him in the face. After that, I was sent to solitary. I avoided him for the next few months." Smith had his hands in his la rather than on the table to keep them out of sight. "One day, I grew very sick and had a bad fall. I was sent to the hospital where I had a double hip replacement during the operation to remove what was trying to kill me. Hours later, Franklin came with a correctional officer, a friend of mine who was under the distinct lie that I was in trouble. Instead of seeing Franklin entering the hospital room, I saw you, Colonel."

Smith shifted his head toward the table then lifted his head up.

"When he took my hand, the three of us were sent to a space station. They betrayed him, naturally, then injected me with nanobots to make me remember," Smith said. "How they knew of my condition. I do not know." he shook his head. "I had to watch Krystal die before my eyes then Franklin was taken into a cell with me. Which is where he reminded me that he was your son," Smith had a deliberate pause. "We had to escape but only one of us was able to get out so I sent him on his merry way. They came in, took me, and began the long trip to another part of the station. I came across some help, made it to the transport room, and we were captured. Again."

Smith had a another pause while pressing his fingers against his knuckles, tightly.

The sore sight of the Robot falling over the console felt like it had happened just a moment ago.

The realness to it felt like it were real rather than a memory.

"But this time," Smith went on. "we were able to make a escape with a unlikely source. A hero, they were. We escaped with our lives, caught a ride to the hospital, and went our separate ways. I was transferred to a super max in fear that there might be another attack on me. Fortunately for me, it was done before the first nuclear detonation was set off."

He can still see the large yet distant mushroom cloud where a large city had once been. The ground loudly trembling beneath the wheels of the bus. Alarmed shouts from the prison inmates around him turning around to see what was the cause of the noise. There were hundreds of buses that formed a direct line heading away from the city driving through barren fields passing by cars that had stopped and people were getting out looking on in horror. Some people had fallen to their knees visibly weeping at the disaster knowing someone they loved was dead. A few of them were holding pads repeatedly tapping on it. The screams from the road were of anguish.

"And the empty recharge room?" Maureen asked.

"That belonged to the environmental android," Smith said, earned a bobbed head up in alarm.

"A environmental android?" The Robot asked.

"She looked very human," Smith said. "Compared to you."

"Did she need a energy pack?" The Robot said.

"Yes," Smith said. "Robotology is a field that is used for entertainment according to the manual. Androidology is more promising for the USSC."

"What happened to her?" John asked.

Smith turned away from the Robot.

"I had to send her out the air lock," Smith said.

John furrowed his brows.

"Why did you send her out of the air lock?" John asked.

"I had no choice on the matter," came out regretfully. "She had been reprogrammed to put me back into my pod under any means necessary. . . and my pod is prone to malfunctioning." he looked over toward the Robot then back to John. "I would have called for help had I thrown my back out and it would have started the whole ordeal all over."

"Let me guess," Don said. "Watson."

"Someone woke up while I was tending to the garden or sleeping," Smith shrugged. "One of the two. And didn't want to lay their hands on me."

John and Maureen shared a glance.

"What garden?" Maureen asked.

The scene panned over to the garden and Smith had his hands linked behind his back out of the view of the Robinsons standing from behind them. Maureen was taken back by the view. Don grew a smile looking up toward the artificial sky. There were alien bees flying in toward a large collection of flowers ready to be pollinated. John and Maureen came toward the roses that was separated from the vegetation. John carefully plucked a flower off a stem then handed it off toward Maureen. Smith was standing beside the Robot.

His head turned toward the young man able to visualize in his head the looks of surprise and awe on the colonel's face at a strange themed pumpkin. It wasn't orange but red similar to a tomato except it had lines and a large stick coming from the top. He can hear the man pick up the smallest hybrid pumpkin from the patch then toss it up and down repeatedly.

"Is this a fruit or a vegetable?" Don asked, turning toward Smith.

"It's the Falgonian-Sweetian-" Smith ducked. "Vegetable."

The tomato pumpkin instead hit the Robot's glass head with a loud crash that drew the Robinsons attention.

"You missed, Colonel West," The Robot said, nonchalantly.

"Oh, sorry," Don looked toward Smith who balanced himself back up using the Robot's long arms.

"You are very predictable," Smith said, as the Robot threw a tomato at Don's face with a splat.

"Favor returned," The Robot said, cleaning off his claws earning laughter in return.