It had been a long time since Bolix stepped foot on the planet that Earthlings called 'Priplanus'.

Bolix had his hands on his hips looking out toward the scenery that seemed to be barren at first glance.

"I can't believe I had to do a favor for a king," Bolix said.

The last time that Bolix visited came with results that he didn't like to recall. Escaping without the stolen loot, without the willing accomplices, and the human with the platinum touch wearing the unremovable ring. Could have taken away the officer's life with a single touch. He looked around searching for signs of a battle that had occurred just as had the insistent message said. Something about sensing something was very wrong like a disaster had struck above the planet. That the well known castaways needed some attending. HQ based on Tauron had a personal visit from the king of Andronica yesterday after the messages were ignored.

The crew of the Jupiter 2 was always in trouble. Which is a typical state of being for lost space colonists raging against the final frontier. The very same family who had reportedly exiled the trouble making member one month and two weeks ago. Trouble seemed to stop being caused by the older man but not as much for the Robinsons. The rate of trouble didn't decrease or increase for the Robinsons, it seemed to remain the same. The rate of trouble decreased for the doctor to the point of minor offenses. Smith stole a number of items and clothing from visitors but the charges were never pursued as he was a member of a planet that hadn't quite yet joined the federation. Same applied to the Robinsons. Bolix spotted a young man headed his way looking over his shoulder then back the way that he was going.

"Hold!" Bolix said. "What's going on here?" Bolix observed the man's features. "Ah, Major West."

"There is two werewolves fighting and you better go back to your ship before you get caught into it," Don said.

"Werewolves?" Bolix asked, placing his hands on to his hips raising a brow. "On this planet?"

"Yes," Don said. "Smith was turned into one by the captain of the Coneheads."

Bolix laughed then grew serious.

"KaraQ?" Bolix asked. "The blonde fellow who doesn't look right?"

"Yes!" Don said. "Run for your life!"

Don ran past the officer who faced the direction that the man was fleeing from.

"I got him just right where I want him," Bolix said, confidently. He returned to his ship then placed his hand on the threshold leaning in. "Officers, we got KaraQ De Sanchausus on this planet! Going to need to be restrained and the cell booth taken out."

Bolix looked over listening to the sound of howling in the daylight then hopped into the ship and the door closed behind him.

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"Hide!" Don called, drawing Maureen and Judy's attention. "WEREWOLVES ON THE LOOSE!"

Will ran into the Jupiter 2 followed by Penny who was holding on to Debbie in her arms.

Maureen turned on the forcefield then ran in after others closing the door from behind the other members of the family.

The two sets of doors closed to the Jupiter 2.

The Robinsons went to the power core of the super spaceship. The Jupiter 2 was silent. The Robot had came to a stop in front of the Jupiter 2 then turned in the direction of the oncoming blonde werewolf. The Robinsons heard the sound of the Robot calling "Danger, danger!" loudly and clearly that it echoed throughout the Jupiter 2. The Robot's voice grew distant. A feeling of deja vu washed over Will. Hiding from danger within the Jupiter 2 waiting for it to pass. Everyone was holding their breaths with their backs pressed against the wall. The sound of claws digging into the metal was easily loud enough to be overheard in between growling, groaning, and what sounded to be barking. The sounds stopped abruptly replaced by whimpering.

Don was the first one out of the power core making his way up the second ladder to the bridge. Don crept closer toward the hatch door until that he were by the primary window to the hatch door. From the hatch window, Don saw there was a large hole within the second door. Through the hole there was a sight that drew his relief and took out the concern about the blonde werewolf. KaraQ's figure laid on the dirt shielding themselves as Smith stood over. Smith knelt down then the many arms grasped on to their figure then tossed them away leaving a trail of green blood behind. KaraQ struggled to get up to their feet but fell down to their knees with a yelp. Smith was heaving, hard, groaning, in front of the creature.

"Freeze!" Bolix shouted.

Don took out his laser pistol then aimed it at Bolix before he could finish as the standing werewolf froze where it stood.

"No," Don said. "You freeze," his index finger laid on the trigger. "You're not going without a deal."

"I don't make deals with accomplices!" Bolix replied.

"You do now," Don said. "You help us and we help you."

Bolix had a long stare back at the pilot.

"You want me to believe you can control this situation?" Bolix asked.

"I am in the position to negotiate," Don said.

"How can you with a werewolf?" Bolix said. "He is wild and he needs to be put down!"

"But you can help that fellow over there?" Don asked, gesturing his head toward the injured blonde werewolf.

Bolix grit his teeth.

"You don't need to lose some good officers over a disagreement."

Bolix looked over in the direction of the werewolf that turned toward him with a groan that made him become horrified but retain his stoic face.

"How long has he been this way?" Bolix asked, as the creature turned away from the blonde whimpering body.

"Two weeks," Don said.

"Why are you so certain there is still some bit of your friend in there?" Bolix asked. "This experiment is known to have people lost to the madness after two weeks!"

"I know him a lot better than you do," Don's eyes bolted toward the werewolf across from him that was looking back and forth.

Don could see there was a fight going on, painfully, in the creature's eyes.

"Well," Bolix looked over, as the Robinsons gathered toward the doorway. "How many are there that need help?"

"Twelve," Don said, hearing a snarl then looked toward the dark werewolf. "Bad dog, sit!"

The werewolf promptly sat down with a pained whimper.

"Not bad," Bolix said. "For a werewolf caretaker."

Don looked toward Bolix.

"What are the side effects?" Don asked.

Bolix looked toward the werewolves.

"If he has been a werewolf for two weeks, that's a lot of psychiatric help that I don't think you can afford," Bolix said. "It requires a slow transformation in increments in a simulated environment protected by a forcefield and being left alone for long periods of time, being spoken to, but otherwise most of the werewolf episode won't be remembered. It will be a simple box that will take many lifetimes to open with its own can of worms."

Judy ran forward.

"How many gold pieces do you need?" Judy asked.

Bolix looked toward the matriarch then toward the blonde woman taking pity on her,

"That will be two hundred sixty-three, ma'am," Bolix said.

Judy took out the sack that the Robot had given her earlier.

"We have three hundred coins," Judy said.

"We can use what is left of it for Monopoly," Will said.

"We counted it as a team," Penny perked up while Don was in the background giving the werewolf commands that were being obeyed.

"I collected it!" The Robot said, waving a claw. "Someone, help me up."

The Robinsons laughed then walked over toward the Robot. It was at that exact moment did the black werewolf lunge forward. Don bolted to the side and aimed for the left shoulder as it snarled at him. Don pressed on to the trigger. The graying werewolf cried out stumbling to the floor landing to its side then fled the Jupiter 2 campsite as Bolix fired after the creature that left the blonde werewolf behind. Maureen and the Robot restricted the children from fleeing. The Robot lowered his arms. Don walked over to the blonde werewolf then turned toward Bolix.

"You're not getting him alive unless you help us," Don said.

Maureen and Judy took out their laser pistols from their pistol holsters aiming at the creatures behind Bolix.

"We weren't didn't have a reason this time to threaten you," Maureen said. "But we are now."

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Will and Penny returned to the campsite with Judy. Will walked ahead of his sister making his way toward the area the Robot had stated earlier before departing with Bolix and his men to find the places where the other werewolves were hidden. The snoring grew loud and louder with each step until fell feet first into a den. He came to a stop mere feet away from the resting werewolf then backed out with fear in his eyes. The fear was brief, quickly leaving him alone once realizing the werewolf was not awake.

"Are you okay, Will?" Judy called.

"Fine!" Will said. "I found Doctor Smith!"

Judy placed a hand on to the handle of her laser pistol.

"Get back up here!" Judy called.

"Quickly!" Penny hollered, resting on the ground on her legs.

Will looked up then back down observing the dead flowers scattered on the pieces of tree branches.

Will reached his hand out scattering aside the tree branches.

"It's alright," Will said. "It's me, Will," the eyes were slowly opening. "I won't hurt you."

One of the many light blue eyes opened then the creature shrunk back.

The graying werewolf turned away with a grunt landing to the ground then fell back asleep.

"We are going to catch the others by a force net," Will said. "After we find KaraQ's ship which is what mom and Don are helping Officer Bolix."

His hands were wrapped around his legs.

"Will, come back up here!" Judy called, her tone sounding very concerned and scared.

"I am coming!" Will called.

The werewolf shifted in its sleep.

Will looked toward the resting werewolf.

"I have a lot to tell you about the last two aliens who came by this week," Will said. "Ones that you missed. Now, I know you are going to deny it but it was you looking out for us," Will shook his hand. "Those aliens came across mom and dad." Will looked on toward the snoring creature. "You did your best, Doctor Smith. Let us help you this time around."

Will reached his hand out toward the creature's fur then placed his hand on it. The air became sharp and tense from inside the den. From within there was a silent scream to run into the arms of his siblings and run away. A dark feeling settled in making Will freeze. His hand had grasped on to the werewolf's lower shoulder peeking out from below in a lazy way. The hair on the werewolf raised as growling came. Will got to his feet then quickly climbed up the hole being beckoned by his siblings reaching their hands out for him. The werewolf tugged at the boy's boots grasping on to them.

Will kicked his legs down against the werewolf with a terrified scream looking down in the face of the threatening alien then unexpectedly the strong grasp let go of the boots and retreated into the den. Will turned his attention away crawling up further through the hole. Penny and Judy grabbed on to his hands then pried him out of the hole. The group ran fast as they could until Will fell to his feet then helped him back up to his feet and resumed running away.

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"Finding KaraQ's vessel is the top priority," Bolix said.

"And you can't find it," Maureen said.

"No, it's just--" Bolix started to say.

"Very well hidden," Maureen cut him off.

"Out of our range," Bolix admitted. "Camouflaged. It has to be."

"And you think that we can find it," Maureen said.

"You know this planet better than anyone," Bolix said. "You searched it once without considering if its covered up."

"And here I thought Quano's father knew it better than us," Maureen said, surprised.

"We are on shaky grounds with them," Bolix said.

"How shaky is it, officer?" Maureen asked.

"Quano, the acting king of this planet, and King Smith requires that if I cause a scene then they will personally take my badge," Bolix said. "In half! And make sure my image becomes tarnished," A small smile slowly grew on Maureen's face. "They don't want to cooperate when it comes to problems that isn't theirs. They insist that I don't cause a scene. Being threatened by kings," he folded his arms. "I am not a personal investigator."

"It seems you are," Maureen said, as Will whispered to the Robot in the background. "We have done our searching and we can't find the ship."

"We have found the werewolves," Bolix said. "We just are not looking hard enough," he placed his hands on to his holster with a apologetic look on his face. "It seems I can't be of any he---"

"Officer Bolix," the Robot wheeled forward cutting off Bolix. "It has been brought to my attention that you haven't considered that your fugitive hasn't been tested if some part of them remain."

"Yes," Bolix said.

"I recommend you test that theory," The Robot said.

"And get my men infected?" Bolix turned away with a shake of his head then began to walk from the campsite. "No!"

The Robot's claws ejected out of the chest then bolted in front of Bolix while cackling electricity.

"I will not let you leave this planet without testing that theory," The Robot said. "Play follow the leader."

Bolix looked over toward the Robinsons then back toward the Robot.

"How do you suggest I follow the prisoner without being attacked?" Bolix asked.

The Robot made loud sounds then lowered his head.

"There is a cosmic sand pit that turns people invisible," the Robot said. "'Abnormal compared to most cosmic sand pits on Priplanus."

"But you will need to be silent," Maureen said, coming forward. "That way it doesn't get alarmed."

"Until morning," the Robot added. "You have so long to do it."

"Please, direct me," Bolix said.

"I can't," Maureen said, then looked over toward Will. "But he can. Will, come over here," Will approached them. "Officer Bolix needs a guide tonight."

"Alright," Will said, then looked toward Bolix. "Where do you need to go?"

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Night descended upon the surface of Priplanus.

The Jupiter 2 was warm and waiting in the distance.

Maureen was resting in a chair in front of the astrogator holding on to her laser pistol across from John's frozen figure.

Will was leading the officer through the forest guided by his trusted companion then abruptly knelt down and picked up the laser pistol partially covered by dirt. Bolix looked at the boy, out of habit, suspiciously. Will looked over toward the officer then beckoned him over. With some hesitation and reminding himself what was at stake, Bolix continued to follow the boy with his officers tagging behind. Will stopped then turned toward him and walked right past the officer that was blindsiding.

"Where are you going?" Bolix asked, bewildered turning toward the boy placing a hand on his shoulder making him stop in his tracks.

"Home," Will said.

"You haven't brought me to where your mother said," Bolix said, sharply.

The Robot turned toward Bolix.

"Negative," the Robot said. "He has."

"Just jump into the cosmic sand pit behind you," Will said, Bolix's hand let go of his shoulder. "It's going to be alright."

Bolix turned in the direction of the pit that lay in front of him then looked on reluctantly feeling uneasy.

His feet had become cold and hard as a statue staring down upon fear.

Cosmic sand pits were unpredictable and dangerous.

A chance that has to be taken, Bolix considered, for justice. Justice always prevails.

Bolix closed his eyes then jumped into the cosmic sand pit but his feet met the ground. His eyes opened looking down upon his boots to find they were on the ground. Instead of being trapped somewhere else, let alone on another planet, Bolix began to look up finding himself standing behind his men who appeared to be looking around for him.

"Men!" The officers stood upright then turned in his direction. "We got a fugitive to follow! In you go."

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The booth door opened before KaraQ.

It was odd leaning out of the booth with hands on the support railing to find themselves alone.

No one was there to serve as the next meal.

And KaraQ was starving.

There is food in the ship, KaraQ recalled.

KaraQ jumped out of the booth then ran through the desert scenery. KaraQ stopped briefly in their tracks, observing for familiar surroundings, searching through for the mountain area that they had been last. Loud, fierce growling came from their stomach. KaraQ made it to the mountain area finding imprints of what seemed to be coins that there were no longer around. KaraQ ran up the familiar path that they had gone earlier with flashes of memory from the last run down the path.

KaraQ traveled away from where they had first seen the Robinsons children initially.

Flashes of memories were flickering on and off wherever they looked around the scenery.

KaraQ was unnerved feeling as though they were being watched.

A trail of KaraQ's blood remained on the rocky terrain including a streak of gold.

There was no one from behind. Another loud growl escape from the blonde werewolf. They made their way through the scenery only coming down to a stop at the sound of a space ostrich then bolted after it. KaraQ's lower claws caught on to the fleeing small figure and bit into its neck. The space ostrich became limp then slowly fell down to the ground losing a struggle. KaraQ looked on spotting the group of ostriches fleeing into the distance then lowered their gaze down onto the creature and began to feast.

Once finished, KaraQ walked off from the skeleton coated in feathers resuming the trek to their spacecraft. They were losing time. They had spent three hours feasting on the bird cleaning off the bone, muscle, and discerning the feathers from the edible parts of the body. It could be undone. KaraQ was sure of it. Tiredness was going to settle into their bones in a few hours and it was going to be difficult to stick around in the daytime. They hadn't even made a den for themselves. It was a unnecessary task since they had a home to help them out of this purgatory.

KaraQ entered the area of rocks that were sharp and pointy structured similar to their spacecraft. A perfect place to rest their ship. KaraQ had a run going through the maze of rock structures passing by them that ranged in height and width. KaraQ came to a stop in front of the door to their spaceship. The door slowly opened with a smooth sound. Just the way that KaraQ had liked from a automatic door. Suddenly, a force net fell over KaraQ sending them falling back being repeatedly shocked each time they moved their claws so they cried out in pain until they lost consciousness becoming still.

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"Sachun, wake up!" came the high pitched voice.

Sachun got up from the protective camping gear.

"What is it, Karbarough?" Sachun asked.

"The Robot has directed a stranger to us," Karbarough said.

"The Robinsons," Sachun said, with a snarl.

"Ah, no, not so much," Karbarough said.

"Then who is the stranger?" Sachun asked.

"Intergalactic law enforcement officer," Karbarough said. "Claims to be here to help us."

"I will get to them," Sachun said, getting up to their feet.

Sachun walked over the resting members of the survivors until making it to the entrance of the tent. Officer Bolix had his arms folded waiting impatiently. Sachun looked over observing the officers who reminded him of a picture of their great-great-great grandfather Murt De'De'De of the He'He'He clan from behind Bolix's shoulders who had their hands linked behind their backs formal and uptight contrasting against the officer beside them who had hands to their side. Sachun turned her attention on to Bolix. Bolix's silver hat stood out more than the plain, mundane uniform with a golden medallion around his neck that had a standing saber tooth cat with two tails standing out of the pitch black center.

"Officer," Sachun said.

"Officer Bolix," Bolix said.

"Officer Bolix, I am Margregery Sachun," Sachun said. "Leader of this group,"

"And the designated leader of the other eight out there," Bolix said. "We like to help your friends."

"Officer Bolix, you expect me to believe that?" Sachun asked, skeptically.

"Uh huh," Bolix said

"That you will help us?" Sachun asked.

"We will," Bolix said.

"And get us home?" Sachun said.

"That depends if you are part of the intergalactic federation of planets," Bolix said.

"Not yet," Sachun said, their eyes gazing toward their ancestor and back toward Bolix.

"We can't help those who haven't joined. Rules are rules," Bolix said. "You might just get a ride from someone not part of the federation."

Sachun nodded their head.

"When can you return them to us?" Sachun asked.

"If you got the gold for it," Bolix said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sachun asked.

"They require psychiatric help and they won't be themselves after the transformation has been peeled away,"

Sachun carefully considered.

"How much?" Sachun asked.

"Easily more than a thousand for treating eleven werewolves," Bolix said.

Sachun looked inside then back toward Bolix.

"Do you need any spare parts for your ship?" Sachun asked.

Bolix stared back at Sachun, blinking, out of surprise.

"Yes," Bolix said. "I can't take them illegally."

"The current cost stands at the amount for eight of my people," Sachun said.

Bolix looked over in the direction of the direction where several force nets were quietly being set up on the den's holes then returned his attention onto Sachun.

"That's legal enough," Bolix said. "Except, we need to record the transaction and submit it."

"We may be helpers of those who mean to do harm but we do things right," Sachun said. "Consider it done. Where do I need to sign?"

Maureen stood up from the chair as a feeling had came down her gut then went toward the doorway spotting Bolix and his men making their way toward the door with the Robot silently standing beside the doorway. She pressed the button to the side of the door allowing the man to come halfway into the Jupiter 2. It had been a considerable long time since he had been inside the ship and this time it were under better terms. She can still remember how annoying it was to be accused of aiding and embedding a criminal knowingly, the ship turned upside down, and to be arrested over it.

"Mrs Robinson, we are actively working on gathering the other werewolves," Bolix said. "Right now, your husband needs to be awakened and taken to the ship. Unlike the others, the curing will just be a matter of extracting the DNA then destroying after transit."

"Then I will go with him," Maureen said.

"That's very risky," Bolix voiced. "He could turn on you during transport. It's unexpected. It's abruptly. Adrenaline can tip him into the red zone."

"And on you as well?" Maureen asked, raising a brow. "You don't know John like I do. He won't transform easily."

"People who have been scratched by space werewolves turn at night," Bolix said.

Maureen looked at the spectacular night sky then returned her attention on to the officer.

"So?" Maureen asked. "You think that can force him to turn into what Doctor Smith is?"

"We are going to transfer your husband to the booth then move him to the ship," Bolix said. "He won't know he has been moved until he has really awakened up."

"You don't know how cryostasis works for us," Maureen said. "He will be wide awake and alarmed to see you."

Bolix straightened himself up.

"You told him about the ring," Bolix said.

"He has mixed feelings about it," Maureen said. "If I am not there for him when he gets taken out, John will turn on you."

Bolix looked toward the cryostasis pod.

"If I am taking the two of you with," Bolix said. "There is chances it could backfire."

"I can do that," Maureen said. "But you have to wait outside."

Bolix stared back at the woman.

"If I say yes," Bolix said. "You have to make sure one of your family is awake for the others."

"You're actively in the middle of capturing the werewolves," Maureen said. "I am confident in the Robot."

"That second door says a different story, Mrs Robinson," Bolix said, gesturing toward the hatch door. "You're not afraid, now that I can admire from a Earthling, but this is a very risky and dangerous operation as it is," he placed his hands on to his belt. "We don't know where the werewolves are." Bolix shifted toward the outside with one hand on his phaser pistol looking out. "I feel uneasy leaving a family like yours unaware about the threats out there. There could be more that you don't know about."

Maureen nodded her head.

"I am aware of that danger, officer," Maureen said. "I have faith that they won't come near here."

"Why?" Bolix asked.

"Ever since the first night they tried to attack us there hasn't been much night attacks," Maureen said. "There were eight attacking the Jupiter and only one was actively trying to stop them. I asked the Robot to confirm the theory. He did."

Bolix looked at Maureen.

"I heard people of your world call that a batman gambit," Bolix said.

"I am familiar to that phrase," Maureen said.

"Every day that he spends being a werewolf . . . " he looked toward the human. "Every night makes it more likely that when he comes out, even tonight, he is going to be a wild space werewolf governed by instincts."

"I want to believe," Maureen said. "That even if Doctor Smith is gone . . . a part of him remains."

Bolix nodded then walked out of the ship. Maureen made her way toward the cryostasis pod that John was standing inside. She placed her hand on to the side turning the machine off bringing him back. John stepped out placing a hand on his forehead falling into the arms of Maureen. Maureen steadied John to his feet acting as his anchor. John's eyes looked up toward her eyes to see there was hope in them.

"There is a cure?" John asked.

Maureen nodded back.

"For you, it will be very quick," Maureen said.

John placed his arm on his shoulder, his demeanor visibly relaxing, and the tension from his shoulders had noticeably vanished.

"Let's go," John said. "My head," he rubbed the side of his head. "It hurts."

"It won't hurt for long, darling," Maureen said, with one hand on the center of his back.

They walked out of the Jupiter 2 with John closing the two sets of doors behind him and his eyes briefly closed through the aching that was coursing through his body. Something was going on inside of him actively. It was stronger than it had been when he went into the stasis pod. His eyes ached the worst. There was a series of hissing and something cold pressed against his neck. The pain went away. His awareness of what was going on around him was fading. Maureen appeared to be concerned looking toward the kneeling officer from beside him. Her attention returned down to John and grasped his hand softly talking to him until he was fast asleep.

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The door to KaraQ's ship slid open. Bolix was the first one to enter into the ship then stepped aside. One of the officers carried John to the door of a booth then the other waved their hands in the way of the diamonds and the door slid open before them. John was carefully placed into the pod then Bolix moved toward one of the consoles carefully studying it. From across was KaraQ inside a cryostasis pod fully restored to their original being but in what seemed to be a orange onesie with their hands to their side. There were cuffs laid on the console beside Bolix that seemed ready to be put on to a guilt set of wrists.

Bolix slid the bars up as his eyes moved toward the booth to the side.

Across from John materialized a strange, small wet creature that was whimpering.

The light from the booth faded.

"You may want to look away, Mrs Robinson," Bolix said, shifting toward her.

"I don't need to," Maureen said.

"It is never something to be proud of," Bolix said. Maureen looked toward him. "Killing a pup."

"You have killed a pup?" Maureen asked.

"This is my first," Bolix said. "Last one that I killed was fully grown," he took out the phaser pistol. "Only was able to be removed rather than detransformed because it was a scratch that turned him."

Bolix walked over toward the second booth then it was opened by the hand of Officer Murt.

The humanoid similar officer changed the settings to the phaser pistol and raised the phaser pistol in the general direction of the pup raising its head up slowly opening its eyes. Bolix was unnerved staring down upon the helpless creature. It took on the size of a five week old puppy. The puppy tilted its head then barked in a high pitch and took on a playful gesture wagging its tail from side to side with the tongue sticking out. Bolix shook his head, regretfully, then closed his eyes. The trigger was pressed. The puppy vanished in a red haze. Belix slowly returned the phaser pistol into his holster.

"Urgh," John groaned, as the door to the booth was opened by Murt a second time.

"Are you alright, John?" Maureen asked.

"My head feels better," John said. "Although, I do have a headache."

"This medication will help with that," Bolix said, handing a bottle to John. "It will be more effective than your primitive medication."

John looked up toward Bolix.

"How long, and, how often should I take the medication?" John asked, rotating the bottle.

"You have spent a few hours with it unlike Doctor Smith," Bolix said. "Every time your head aches, take two pills until the bottle is empty. Residual side effects of a space werewolf being removed have a tendency to grow back without being treated," Bolix looked toward KaraQ then back toward John. "This medication makes your body be a weapon for the next time a space werewolf scratches you."

John slipped the bottle into his pocket.

"Thank you," John said.

"You are welcome, Professor," Bolix said.

Maureen helped John up to his feet.

"I want you to leave with some protection and some light," Bolix said, motioning toward the two officers from beside him. "Mrs Robinson, you really didn't notice but we were being followed all the way here."

Maureen looked toward the door then back toward Bolix.

"I didn't feel anyone watching us," Marueen said.

"We were very lucky that they didn't attack," Bolix said. "Werewolves are like that."

"Or they remember the last time that they tried to attack," Maureen said.

"There was only Doctor Smith and KaraQ on the scene," Bolix said. "That was in the morning."

"They didn't attack us this time around," Maureen replied.

"Luck can't last for two trips when it comes to civilians armed with laser pistols without any back up," Bolix said.

"What happened between KaraQ and Smith?" John asked.

"They had a nasty fight outside of the Jupiter 2," Bolix said. "Doctor Smith left KaraQ in such a vulnerable position that we didn't have a struggle taking them into custody. Major West will explain it in more detail from seeing it start," Bolix gestured toward the two. "I hope that I don't have to lay eyes on your family." then emphasized it a second time. "Ever."

John had a nod.

"I don't expect there to be another instance," John said. "If we do meet up with you. . . It will be far too soon."

"It will," Bolix said.

"By the way," John said. "What does this mean?"

John held his hand up then made a split from the center of his hand.

"Live long and prosper," Bolix said. "I am surprised. . ." John lowered his hand. "Vulcans don't normally like to interfere in developing civilization's problems."

"They needed help," John said.

"That we could provide for them," Maureen said.

"Must have been a memorable character for them," Bolix said, earning a snicker from Maureen.

"Goodnight, officer," John said.

"Goodbye, Robinsons," Bolix said. "You will be visited by the head physician of his recovery in the morning."

John and Maureen walked off from Bolix closely followed by the two officers.

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It was after breakfast when a strange golden elevator car appeared across from the Jupiter 2. The door creaked opened before the Robinsons to the side ways. A figure around the size of a child in a gray silver suit, oval black eyes, and had a small mouth. Don noticed how unique their heads were reminding him of photographs of ancient people who had shaped their heads over several years to that shape. They had visible signs of pockets decorating their smooth, flexible uniform that seemed to shine when the sun hit it.

"Hello," the figure said.

"Who are you?" John asked.

"Doctor Sakaar," Sakaar said. "Head of the treatment plan for Zachary Smith."

It was strange to hear someone say the doctor's name without the title. The correction, "DOCTOR Smith to you!" floated in the background as air that hadn't been filled full of contempt and insulted tone to the voice that belonged to a older man with grayed hair who was folding his arms rather unhappy about the indignation. It was strange to hear someone refer to Smith as a random unfortunate person instead of a person who had walked into his doom as usual. It didn't feel right to any of the Robinsons.

"Glad to meet you, Doctor Sakaar," John said.

"Professor Robinson, here is your loose change back," Sakaar held a hand out then a small bag floated over to the professor. "We have recently begun the treatment on the patient last night."

John looked toward Sakaar handing the small bag to Maureen.

"How is he?" Penny asked.

"We do not know," Sakaar said.

"How can you not know when he is in your hands?" Don asked, hands on his hips.

Sakaar tilted his head.

". . . You have seen a car wreck, have you?" Sakaar asked.

"Yes," Don said.

"Except this car wreck is locked inside a walking animal," Sakaar said. "And getting him out of it is impossible at this stage."

"How can it be impossible," Don said. "You are more advanced than we are!"

John stopped Don from going forward with a free hand. The brash of anger made Sakaar visibly wince as though they had been shoved to the ground against the pavement.

"This car wreck behind a brick wall," Sakaar said. "When we got to the patient, what part of his sane mind had placed the last brick."

"He built a brick wall around himself?" Don asked.

"And a roof," Sakaar added.

"You mean to say you can't climb in there," John said.

"Must be very lonely," Judy said.

"Not at all," Sakaar said. "He has entered his happy place."

"What's going on until then?" Maureen asked.

"So far we are awaiting word from Vulcan regarding their most powerful telepathic being allowed to pay a visit sometime after he has taken human form," Sakaar said. "These walls are not ones that can be easily be bulldozed by a run-of-the-mill telepathic."

"So when can we visit him?" Will asked.

"We believe he will be ready when the infliction has become werewolf syndrome," Sakaar said.

"What do you mean?" Penny asked.

"Smith covered in hair?" Don asked.

"It will be fur," Sakaar said.

"But that's hair," Don said.

"No, it won't," Sakaar said.

"Yes, it will," Don argued.

"It will be space werewolf syndrome," Sakaar said.

"You can't argue with a medical professional when it comes to space werewolves, Don," John said.

"After that, Zachary Smith will be shaved so we can see the more physical changes to his body," Sakaar said. "We will handle that accordingly with the skilled professionals to roll back those changes that we missed."

"How can you miss any changes?" Don asked. "I don't think you can miss anything like a extra finger."

Sakaar appeared to grow a frown.

"We are working on the space werewolf issue," Sakaar said. "We are very busy with the other patients."

"Uh huh," Don said, skeptically.

"As you have been told, we will be working on his trauma after enters werewolf syndrome," Sakaar said. "so during these visits, from time to time, he may be reluctant to be near you," Will grew hopeful with a smile that spread on his face as it slowly dawned on the Robinsons one by one that visiting was allowed. "He will look at you strangely. It is not recommended to visit patients in this crucial stage when it will be a very discomforting for you. It is optional to visit. The elevator will arrive to you soon after the werewolf syndrome has started."

"How long?" John asked.

"What?" Sakaar asked.

"How long will the treatment take?" John elaborated

"What month is it?" Sakaar said.

"May," Maureen said. "What does that have to do with it?"

"Earthlings are resilient species in the mind," Sakaar started. "It makes them wonderful donor harvesters after a abduction has been returned locking it deep into the mind. This kind of psychological damage is the kind that takes slower to bounce back," Don slowly sat down into the nearest chair. "The actual roll back of the werewolf qualities will take three months with therapy. After that, it will be ten days worth of preparation moving him back. Transitioning him from the simulation of this area to actual company, his favorite activity, we will require information about that prior to moving him in. Which will be after the werewolf syndrome. If, if, if everything goes smoothly exactly to schedule but he may be different. Finding out how much he really remembers from his time before the werewolf episode will be a simple matter including regarding our presence that can be handled accordingly."

"What do you mean if he goes to the schedule?" John asked. "I hope you realize not everyone recovers at the same speed."

"It does for humanoids who have gone through being a space werewolf for longer than one week," Sakaar said. "That is if we don't have any accidents between the family and the patient. You may ask any questions."

"When was the last time you were part of this kind of treatment plan?" Maureen asked.

"Approximately thirty-three of your years ago," Sakaar said. "KaraQ was responsible for that."

"Were the victims human?" Penny asked.

Sakaar had a nod.

"I am very confident in his recovery," Sakaar said. "We will also require his typical outfit--"

"After he gets to the werewolf syndrome," The Robinsons finished for Sakaar.

"Yes," Sakaar said.

"No matter how bad he will be during the treatment," Maureen said. "It doesn't change how we see him."

"Good," Sakaar said. "I will see you in a few months." Sakaar started to walk back toward the elevator.

"Wait," Will said, taking a step forward. "What if we want to visit him before the werewolf syndrome?"

Sakaar stopped then slightly turned in Will's direction then looked toward the Robinsons.

"Not in the first month is recommended," Sakaar said. "We will give you updates every month until you get to see him yourself."

"What if he doesn't come out of it?" Don said, finally, looking up from the table. "What . . . what if the man who comes back isn't the same person we knew?"

The Robinsons attention went toward Sakaar, expectantly.

"Then I believe you have to get to him know all over, again," Sakaar said, then returned into the elevator and pulled a leveler.

The door closed before Sakaar then the elevator vanished before their eyes.