The view focused out of the pitch directly into the bright yet colorful Jupiter 2030 interior coming on to the bridge. The children were inside their pods including Don. Smith was inside a booth, fast asleep, frozen still under the purple light with his hands to his back. The camera dived down to the residential deck that seemed quiet and still. The warm humming coming from the engines was a pleasant sound to hear contrasting against the wail of the deutronium engines from outside.

The Robot's lab was covered in Dorats that were clinging to the wall huddled in a corner in the dark room. The Robot's neon cover was glowing white growing in intensity from around his glass head. There was the sound of doors automatically opening. Our view turned around to face the couple coming out of the large doorway side by side. From both sides of John's head was graying hair that had appeared over time.

"Five years," John said.

"I can't believe it has been that long," Maureen said.

"Neither can I," John said.

"Yet, we are here," Maureen said,

"Still young but a little older, more wary for the wear," John said. "And more experienced."

"More experienced," Maureen said. "Try being a bigger family."

"I was thinking of taking a little pit stop," John said. "This time right in front of a beach. Preferably."

"No exploring?" Maureen teased.

"The last time we went into a jungle, it didn't turn out the way we wanted," John said. "Only twelve hours away from Alpha Centauri."

"Twelve hours," Maureen said. "The closest we have ever been to it. Let's go to that pit stop."

"This time," John said. "No one can stop us. Not when it comes to make this stop."

"After all the instances we have had being prevented from getting there," Maureen said, coming to a stop at the elevator. "I can't help but feel something will try to undoubtedly."

"We shot down a robot shark last month," John said. "With installed phasers. "

"We didn't have that last time," Maureen said.

"Last time we had laser pistols and evasive procedures," John said. "Even with the additions, everything we have been through, it has been a very easy ride to Alpha Centauri."

"Too easy," Maureen agreed, sliding open the barrier.

John was the first one to get on the elevator.

"I will put up the shields," John said.

"It will be good to see the children again," Maureen said, coming to his side.

"It will be," John said, sliding the barrier aside. "The last five years have been fun."

"And you think Alpha Centauri won't?" Maureen asked.

"The many things that we didn't do in the last several years with the children," John said. "It is too good to be true."

"I am scared, too," Maureen said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

John turned his head toward the younger woman.

"I admit," he pressed the up button after sliding the barrier in front of them. "The Dorats have been nice companions and the Robot taking care of them for us have been a welcomed craziness I didn't think I wanted."

"Bats clinging to the Robot," Maureen said, with a laugh. "And trying to fly off with him."

John laughed.

"That is the best part of the last five years," John said, looking down toward her dottingly.

The elevator came to a stop on the upper deck then the barrier was slid aside and they walked toward the pods. Maureen pressed the buttons on the pods one by one that belonged to the girls while John turned off the pods that held Don and Will. Golden lights illuminated from their figures then they stumbled out one by one coming down the steps. Will and John hugged then the young teenager stepped back with a smile on his face visibly relieved to see everything was okay.

"You've gone gray, dad," Will said. "It looks good on you."

"If I say so myself, it does," John agreed.

"Did anything unremarkable happen in the last five years?" Will asked.

"Nothing that can stand out as invading the Jupiter," John said. "It was mainly uneventful."

"Uneventful?" Maureen asked, as the two girls turned sideways out of the warm hug toward their father. "That's what you like to call the Dorats?"

"That is different," John said, earning a bemused look from Maureen.

"Dorats?" Judy asked.

"We have a hydroponic deck on the upper deck," Maureen said. "Full of alien insects from spiders, ants, and bees."

Don came over to Smith's pod then pressed on the button. There was no glow coming from the standing man. Don pressed it again then moved his eyes toward the installed screen from beside the booth. The screen was sizzling before his eyes that shifted toward the frozen man. Don kept pressing the button repeatedly. The Robinsons eyes shifted from each other toward the colonel.

"Don," Judy said. "what is wrong?"

Don turned toward the group.

"We got a little problem with the booth," Don said.

"How big of a problem?" John asked.

Don pressed the big button and the computer screen sizzled playing with numbers.

"The kind we don't expect to happen," Don said.

John came over to the screen then squinted at the changing text beside the shape of a humanoid. The text changed from five minutes, ten minutes, forty minutes, fifty-five minutes, three hours, forty-eight hours, one hundred eighty-four hours, one thousand three hundred thirty-four hours, and then it finally rested on: undetermined. Below that was red text reading: error.

The word blinked in and out against the dark screen. The men blocked view of the camera appearing to be uneasy about the matter. John turned toward his family. How does one tell their family that one of their own may never wake up in their lifetime? How does one tell them that they may wake up after they are all dead and the only one left would be the Robot to provide companionship or their descendants?

"Smith is going to take awhile to wake up," John said. "In the mean time, we're going to a beach on a nearby planet and have a much needed actual vacation."

"We call it, Precentauri," Maureen added. "We will be seventeen hours away from Alpha Centauri if we go there."

"That's the most we will be away from it," John said. "No further."

"Did you change the course?" Don asked.

"No," John said. "I thought I would leave that to you. I can give you the coordinates."

"Children, let's find you some swimming suits," Maureen said, guiding the teenagers to the elevator.

The barrier closed behind the small group that had Will looking over concerned toward Smith's booth. Maureen placed a hand on the young man's shoulder and squeezed it. He turned his head toward his mother to see the reassuring look. It was going to be okay in the long run. The two men followed afterwards and vanished into the lower deck. The camera explored the mothership a little more going on to find a large deactivated cell placed on the other half of the bridge with a large window beside it and a slot for a keyboard underneath it.

The camera panned back to the bridge that suddenly trembled from side to side. The Robinsons came up the elevator in their silver and orange spacesuits. One of the men bolted toward the chair in front of the console as the view backed out to reveal a spaceship that was attacking the Jupiter 2030.

It was a spaceship that resembled a thick wheel put together connected to one large very thick stick which was firing orange blasts at the mothership. It was slightly smaller than the Jupiter 2030. Don pressed on the transparent button. The button glowed yellow reading 'phaser'. Another blast struck the ship sending the Robinsons flying to the ground from the strong blast that left the ship floating adrift but well in orbit. Don was the first one to awake feeling his head pounding while laid on the butt rest of the neighboring chair beside him.

His eyes were seeing double with a high pitch wail repeating in his ears. Don propped himself up using the arm rest and the seat then made his way over to John. The ship was clung on to by the attacker. John came by Maureen's side placing his hand on her shoulder then gently shook it while Don came over to Judy's side. The elevator rolled down the mother ship. Members of the Robinsons got up to their feet. John made his way to the small cubby taking out the small pistols and handed them to Don, Judy, and Maureen.

The children were sent to corridor away from the airlock.

The second door was forced open as the group stood guard in front of Will and Penny.

Light gray smoke rolled into the room as the Robinsons moved to the back.

"On the count of three," John said. "We give them all that we got."

He looked over toward the grown members of the family and Maureen gave a nod.

John turned his attention on to the doorway in a very tense manner toward the thick cloud of smoke.

Figures came through the entrance until they became clear as day. They were tall with lower fangs on the bottom of their mouths that stood out, they had long fine fur that turned to green as it grew longer, their eyes were oval in shape staring quite fiercely toward the group, wearing light jackets that were dark brown with a secondary golden theme to them, and had paws for feet standing on their hind quarters in a very human like manner, wide flaps set alongside their face close to their eyes that reminded Don of a male orangutan, and they had obvious pointy hairy ears.

The attackers had long, thick rifles that seemed to be thin but wide enough enough to be considered light and mobile contrasting against the armor coating their lower half of their figure completed by a blue sash covered in stars wrapped around their waist. The larger, more visibly muscular member of the group grew a unnaturally big smirk. A knowing look was in their eyes. The leader snapped his fingers. They raised their rifles toward the Robinsons then pressed the trigger.

The Robinsons split up on to different parts of the corridor firing back at the aliens. Penny took Will by the hand taking him away from the firefight. Judy backed off knocking several of the yetis that collapsed to the ground. Don was hit sent falling down against the wall sliding down with a grimace. Blasts from the attacking space yetis were striking walls, the astrogator, and several screens. The screen beside Smith's booth cackled loudly with electricity bolting out of it. Judy came over to the pilot's side covering him with firing. She grabbed Don by the arm and dragged him away from the scene. A puff of fur came from the disturbed space yetis that coated the room one after another going around the astrogator following the retreating Robinsons.