The Jupiter gently landed on a hill that over looked a beach. There were sighs of relief. No aliens boarding their ship to attack or capture them, no unstable ground, and certainly, nothing was going wrong for the time being. The Robinsons changed from their space suits into their loose clothing that went over the beach wear and could be taken off at a moments notice. The Robot was the first one down the platform from the residential deck.

"I feel charming, oh, so charming, It's alarming how charming I feel!" The Robot sang, loudly. His light gray primary theme was replaced by white but kept his secondary color that was black. "and so pretty!" he waved his long arms in the air continuing down the platform. "That I hardly can believe I'm reeeeeaaaaaaaal!"

Maureen and John were the first couple down the platform.

"I never seen the Robot this happy before," Maureen said, as the Robot twirled.

"Such a pretty helmet, such a pretty design, such pretty claws, such a pretty me!" The Robot sang.

"We all deserve to be happy," John said, coming to the side.

John had his arm in a green sling that had a wrap along his neck.

"I agree!" Don said, coming down the platform with Judy. Don started to look toward the heavily damaged Jupiter.

"Don," Maureen said, earning his attention. "Don't focus on the Jupiter."

"Focus on vacation," John said.

There was a missing hatch door from above.

"Right," Don said.

"Robot, where is your surf board?" Will asked, as Smith came strolling down the platform lowly happily humming to himself. It was a low and distinctive that it served as background noise.

The Robot snapped to attention.

"My surf board?" The Robot said, bobbing his head up. "My surf board!" The Robot wheeled toward the platform. Will stepped aside. "Excuse me!"

The Robot accidentally Smith aside up the platform with a startled yelp landing on to the red mobile folded chair.

"Ninny!" Smith shouted from the other side of the platform.

Penny came over to the elder's side and helped him up to his feet.

"Are you alright?" Penny asked.

"Quite so," Smith replied, rubbing his butt as he held on to her larger hand. "Thank you, Penelope." and gave it a subtle squeeze.

"Let's go," John said, then walked on ahead with Will and Penny carrying some of the beach gear in their arms walking ahead of the three.

Smith kicked up his red mobile chair into his hands then placed it against the platform as the others walked on ahead. His gaze raised up then squinted his eyes. There was a flicker of recognition in his eyes that replaced the slightly curious, unbothered look. He turned his gaze down lowering his head and shook it out of shame. A wave of old feelings came over him. Old, painful memories came forth that felt like it was just a moment ago rather than years. The realness to it, a curse of his nanobots, made him feel vulnerable.

"Smith, aren't you coming?" Judy asked, coming to a stop looking over concerned toward the elderly man.

Smith raised his head up offering a smile toward the paused couple.

"I will join you shortly," Smith said, dusting his hands off. "I have one order of business to attend."

"And what is that?" Don asked, suspiciously.

"The right umbrella," Smith said, twirling his transparent umbrella alongside his neck in a lady like manner.

Don had a laugh.

"You picked the wrong umbrella," Don said. "How did you pick the wrong umbrella?"

"The beach deck was covered in yeti fur that was brought in by boots," Smith said. "I had to rush."

"Not anymore," Don said. "The Roomba took care of it."

"Roomba?" Smith asked, raising his brows.

"A Roomba," Don repeated.

"What is a Roomba?" Smith asked.

"How can you not have seen this thing for as long as you were awake," Don said, in disbelief earning a shrug.

"The Jupiter was full of glitches when I first woke up," Smith said. "Nothing was working right."

"Except for the navigation system," Don said.

"We went off course for a few hours," Smith said. "Alexa fixed it."

"Who is Alexa?" Judy asked.

"More so what is Alexa," Smith said, looking off fondly. "The environmental android," Smith turned his attention up toward the Robinsons. "I might have given her a make over in the form of a clown before we had to go our separate ways."

"Silly old Smith," Judy said, as they walked after the other members of the group. "What does he mean by first wake up?"

"That is a story for after vacation," Don said. "Not a story for the beach."