A golden light illuminated from the booth. The door slid open during the fire fight. Smith's eyes opened as he walked out rubbing his forehead feeling a oncoming sneeze among what sounded to be laser blasts. And then something entered his nose. A lot of somethings. Something was getting ready to be sent out his nose

"Can someone-" AAAH CHU "Explain to me-" AHH CHU "What in the heavens IS GOING ON?" AHHH CHU!

He fell against what felt like a furry arm and sneezed into it.

"Pardon-" aaah chu! Smith was shoved aside landing against the pant leg of a another "me!"

Smith had another sneeze.

"I-" aah chu ah chu ah chu ah chu "Surrender!"

Smith held his hands up then he felt whatever was keeping his back up suddenly retreat.

The elderly man propped himself up against the blue scenery using what felt to be the very same booth from behind him. The elderly man sneezed and promptly watched two figures crash in front of him. He turned away from them making a way around sneezing his way toward the Robinsons. His head bobbing up and down with each sneeze. What wasn't being realized was each and every space yeti being sneezed on didn't notice. Not even when some of his mucus landed on the side of their cheeks sliding down the fur to the skin.

The skin turned a heated head. They froze where they stood, violently trembling, forced to fall back convulsing falling against the shoulder of another and sliding down to the ground. It was catching on among the pack of space yetis, member by member of the firing squad fell to the ground convulsing violently with ooze coming out of their mouths and their figures were beginning to swell up as did their faces. Their grips on the phaser rifles was lost uncurling around from the trigger. Out of alarm, the others puffed out a large quantity of fur that landed on Smith when the message was being exchanged in the phaser fire.

Among the welcoming blue theme was a light rain that wasn't rain. It was thin, fine shapes falling down in the air carrying them gently down to the ground. Some movements of the thin material were floating off away from the floor rather than down toward it. Smith brushed past the large hands that swatted him away that earned a prompt sneeze on to them. The elderly man made his way out of the crowd landing to his knees in the free gap of space before the Robinsons. He can hear the Robot's fading voice from the background while lifting himself up to see the terrified, frozen family in the hall They were holding on to their small laser pistols in the middle of a dilemma. The Robot's voice was no longer able to be heard.

Don was slouched against the wall holding on to his laser pistol, a grip that was visibly trembling, to the normally well composed man. He had been hit somewhere in the chest. A wound that needed immediate attention. John had a lazy arm to his side rather than holding on to the handle of the laser pistol. Maureen was keeping her aim steady but it was lowering since the fire fight had abruptly stopped. Something grabbed him by the back of his shirt pinching his skin briefly holding him up in the air in their direction which turned him away from the Robinsons.

"Hand him over and we'll consider surrendering," John said.

Smith was sneezing into his hands varying in intensity getting loud and louder.

"Aaaah," the captain said. "I will pass on that."

Smith heard a deep growl coming from the space yeti that tore his hands off his face to make him see him.

"Look at the face of your executioner, elder," the captain said.

Smith opened his mouth and raised his eyebrows as he could feel one coming raising his eyes up away from the space yeti raising his left arm up and right arm reached back as though he were going to do something while holding up his index finger.

"LOOK AT ME!" the captain shook him repeatedly.

Smith sneezed into the space yeti's face.

"My-" Aaaah chu! "deepest-" aaaah chu! "-apologies," Aaaaah CHU! "Sir!"

Smith took out his handkerchief then wiped off the mucus off the space yeti's face observing it getting darker.

"Are you done?" the captain asked, as the elderly man reached back his hand sliding the handkerchief into his pocket.

Smith opened his mouth holding his hand up looking off for a moment.

"Why yes," Smith replied, tapping his hands together in his lap visibly still facing the captain beginning to lift his head back, his nose wiggled, his eyes squinted gazing down, and eyebrows raised. "I-I- believe I am."

The sneeze came flying out landing on the space yeti's face. Green mucus splattered over the swelled up skin underneath all the fur. The captain threw Smith to the ground with stinging eyes. The captain screeched, covering his burning eyes, turning away from the Robinsons. The captain fell down to his knees coming to a landing on his side, falling over, his body convulsing with blood coming out of his mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and spitting out a water fountain of blood that stained his perfectly white fur. The remaining back up and squad looked on toward the Robinsons who were pretending be sneezing. The aliens fled taking the dead with them on their way to evacuating the spaceship.

The family escorted them out sneezing sending out spit toward the aliens. The doors closed behind them and the ship let go of the Jupiter 2030 in a stable orbit. The Robinsons cheered in victory. Will turned away then ran toward the fallen coming to his side. Smith was snoring away pressed against the wall with one hand pressed under his head in the lightened corridor. Will shook the elderly man away with one hand on his shoulder. Smith slowly stirred awake with a tired groan lifting himself up from the floor half way then sneezed into his sleeve. A terrible head ache began making the side of his head pound loudly. Smith took Will's offered arm bringing himself up to his feet joined by the Robinsons.

"How does it feel to have a obscure allergy to send aliens running?" Don asked.

Smith rolled a eye.

"Spare me the-" Smith sneezed into his elbow. "Victory lap, Colonel." he waved his hand dismissively earning laughter in return.

"We may need to put the vacation a little on hold," Maureen said.

"On hold?" Penny asked. "We have come too far for that."

"For a few hours," John said.

"I have to check if anything was damaged during the attack and see what repairs we may need to do," Don said. "Alpha Centauri could be weeks away by now!"

"You can check on it when you are functional," John said, Judy was providing him balance as Don was clenching on to his wound.

"Speaking of functional," Maureen said, as she took the laser pistol from John's hand with care. "You both need a visit to sick bay."

"What are you looking at me for?" Smith asked, their eyes on him. "I can't practice medicine."

"We are not exactly on Earth, Smith," John said. "that is Earth laws not outer space laws."

"And you have experience in applying care," Maureen said.

"If you insist," Smith said.

"I need help moving Robot out of the elevator," Will called from the bridge.

Their attention went off the elderly man then went in the direction of the bridge in a concerned manner. Smith felt numb. A feeling that he was still coming down to grip. A feeling that people needed him and wanted him to help. He wiped off the tear with his sleeve from his right eye. He looked down toward his hands. Hands that hadn't practiced treating someone other than him for thirty-one years. I need to wash my hands before treating them.

The long, twisted fingers were clasped together while he was walking on toward the scene rather slowly listening to the sound of his boots echo behind him catching up to the moving figures that were surrounding the Robot's hunched over mess. Smith sneezed over the field of fur. The women straightened the groaning Robot then the elevator rolled down to the lower decks.

"How-" aaah chu "was the-" aaah chu "-hydroponics weather," aaah chu "Professor?" Smith asked, earning a glare from the professor.

"You failed to mention it simulates a rainy day," John said.

"It-" aah chu "did?" Smith asked, his eyes growing big slightly leaning back.

"Yes," John said.

"How-" aah chu "-soon-" ah chu "-was it-" aah chu "-after-" ah chu "-I went in?" Smith asked, concerned.

"Five hours," John said.

"Ah," Smith grimaced. He sneezed. "What a damp."

"Was that a joke?" Don asked.

"It could-" aaah chu "-be if-" aah chu " you want to be," Smith said, as the elevator came up.