The darkness in the room faded replaced by shades of yellow highlighted by torches scattered around the square long room that had pure white treasure resting on the long extensive counter starting from point A to point B to point C to point D. The treasure was packed into large lumps that varied in size standing out of a late Christmas movie where the lights had grown blurry, the colors behind the decorations becoming soft and kind, sparkling glitter that stood out. The camera's attention was caught by the moving, ever present rounded shapes in the wall being the shade of yellow.

"That was not my fault!" Smith insisted, taking several steps back.

John took Will's hand then fled from the lights.

"Danger!" The Robot announced, his voice echoing through the cave. "Danger!"

The Robinsons fled in the direction of the doorway running for their lives.

"Run!" John shouted.

Bumps appeared in the cieling chasing after the Robinsons, including the Robot.

The light was searing through the building engulfing it in light chasing after them. Smith lagged behind the Robinsons looking over his shoulder noticing the bumps were gaining on him. The Robot wheeled on ahead of Smith leaving a trail of dust behind in the man's way. The Robinsons were the first ones out of the temple leaving Smith and Don from behind. The lights had slowed down considerably from the speed the group were going until they centered on one figure. A sharp feeling entered the man's back sending him falling to the ground with a cry. Don came to a halt feet away from the entrance as the Robinsons looked over in the direction of the cries. Hot, searing pain ripping through him among the red sparkling light tracing over his vanishing figure.

"No!" Smith heard Will's shout.

There was a look of horror on Don's face looking toward Smith's direction.

"Smith!" Don called, as darkness overwhelmed the older man's vision being consumed by flames.