"Doctor Smith!" Will called.

The sound of crickets had become a familiar background noise.

"Doctor Smith!" The Robot shouted.

Not just that but the sound of the wildlife.

"Doctor Smith!" Will cupped his hands along his mouth.

The soft, gentle sounds of mewing and squeaking were overheard.

"Doctor Smith!" The Robot called.

The Robot cupped his claws in front of his head.

"Doctor Smith!" The Robot called.

Will looked over the Robot as they came to a pause in the night.

"We should follow those cats," Will said.

The Robot lowered his arms turning toward the boy.

"Why?" The Robot asked.

"I don't know," Will said. "I just get the feeling that we should."

Will walked on.

"Feelings is all we have," The Robot said, following to the boy.

Will looked over toward the Robot.

"I don't know what I would do without them," Will said. "If I were . . ."

He came to a stop.

"What is it, Will Robinson?" The Robot stopped in his tracks in awe then bobbed his head up. "Fascinating."

There was a clan of Sphinx's surrounding Smith. Will watched in awe at the unique, aesthetically pleasing aliens. There had to be easily three dozen of them around him. The sphinx's raised their head up in surprise. One by one they got to their feet then walked off from the small group. One of the kits turned their head in his direction then gave a small hello tilting their head. The kit turned their head away then clumsily hopped after their mother. The two watched the kittens vanish among the greenery. Will noticed the fabric around his upper head was stained including around the lower half that wasn't dirt. Will took out the key from his pocket then slid it into the hole in the center of the cuffs. The cuffs were unique and different with sharp pointy edges that were pointed into the skin where they dug into. It was similar to a dog collar that had thorns except it had more bumps, curved edges, and small glowing light fixtures from around it.

The cuffs became loose against his wrist falling to the boulder to reveal the well earned scar made by the cuffs and the thorns. Will slipped the cuffs off from Smith's wrists then tossed them aside to the ground. He slid the knapsack off his shoulders then set it to the side and took out two cups. He tipped the lid off to reveal the transparent, soothing liquid and took out two small bowls then unscrewed the lid to reveal it was salad. Actual fruit that consisted of various berries inside and emergency rations that consisted of rice was being heated by the technological advanced cup. Smith's snores began to stop. The elderly man's stomach loudly grumbled then he placed his hands on his stomach closely held together.

"You're not cuffed anymore, Doctor Smith," Will said.

The old man bolted up placing a hand on the edge of the boulder and turned toward his head toward him.

"William?" Smith asked, tilting his head and started to reach his trembling hand out. "Is that you?"

Smith's voice bordered on emotional.

"Who else would I be?" Will asked.

Smith grabbed the young boy into a very warm embrace and grew a smile on his face feeling like he could explode with happiness. The kind of happiness that he had been left out on for the last thirty years. Getting to feel it again was like being on cloud nine in the heavens. It was a perfect moment to the convict. The young boy was warm and alive in his arms. It was a far better cry than being able to see him and tears came down into his eye socket. He had a emotional sigh, trembling, while holding onto the real-as-life teenager.

"A Frankenstein hallucination," The Robot joked.

Smith turned his head up toward the Robot with a aged smile toward the Robot as he tightly held on to the teenager. "Have you?" was asked as the Robot was leaning forward sounding concerned.

Smith lowered his head.

"I am so sorry," Smith said. "I am so sorry."

"You didn't know," Will said, as Smith ended the hug.

"I read the panels, my boy," Smith said, then shook his head. "I should have known."

"I believed the panels were artwork," The Robot said. "I should have spoken up."

"Don't steal my thunder, booby," Smith said, turning his attention up. "Doctor Madalyn would still be alive had I stayed and got everyone out."

"So you're not hurt?" Will asked.

"Course I am hurt!" Smith replied.

"Just the pride in himself," The Robot said.

"Such a young and kind woman!" Smith replied, over-the-top. "A good doctor. One of the very best! And she is dead because she went after ME! I am truly cursed, CURSED, CUUUUURSED!" he placed his well aged, wrinkled hands on his face in horror with tinges of dismay and hysterics in his voice. "Cursed to have everyone who cares about me to perish."

"We are not going anywhere anytime soon without you, Doctor Smith," Will replied. "Robinsons live together and die together."

Smith lowered his hands turning his attention on to the boy.

"Please, call me . . . . Mr Smith," Smith said.

"I will need official information to be certain that recent lights regarding your license being taken away are not exaggerated repercussions of returning alone," The Robot replied. "Your license could be suspended indefinitely rather than revoked. In simple, you may have been lying back there as you do most of the time. You have been angry at yourself for the last thirty years regarding that day for making it to the Jupiter 2. Now, you have a even better reason to be." Smith nodded, gravely. "Doctor Smith, we would have died that day had you stayed behind and ventured into the temple."

"No, they wouldn't have!" Smith argued. "I don't need to remind you that it's Zachary Smith these days." He wiggled his index finger at thin air beside the Robot. "Don't be in denial."

The Robot moved in to the space that Smith was pointing in.

"My sensors do not lie," The Robot said. "I am not in denial. Robots do not get in denial. I am not made to be in denial," the Robot trembled and strained his voice, in protest. "I AM NOT IN DENIAL!" The bobbed head lowered. "That is a human emotion."

"As if your sensors tell the truth all the time," Smith said, dismissively. "You said there was a giant lake monster when fishing with Penelope and William on Galvariax," Will looked back, heavily amused. "When really there was a giant crab."

"Are we playing that game, really, now?" The Robot asked, bobbing his head up

"You have a track record of being WRONG!" Smith replied.

"You have a longer history of being wrong than I do, Doctor Smith," The Robot said. "Like thinking The Robinsons and I had been destroyed for THIRTY YEARS. You were wrong."

"Why you overgrown ninny cannabis," Smith retorted, wearing a frown.

"I am not a drug," The Robot argued. "If anything, that is you."

Smith was taken back and his mouth fell. It was a few moments before he regained his bearings then slid his jaw up with a free hand tilting his head in a skeptical fashion. If he had his eyes not wearing a gauze around the upper portion of his head, he would have raised his right eyebrow selling his skepticism quite well.

"How can a old man like me make a person feel good for a limited amount of time and get better because of it?" Smith asked.

"Good question," The Robot said. "I have evidence in my tapes."

"You are a drug!" Smith protested, waving his index finger at the Robot.

"Explain how I am a drug in a essay and evidence to back up," The Robot said. "In this essay, I will--"

"My evidence is sitting by me," Smith cut the Robot off pointing toward Will.

It felt like nothing had changed at all as Will was having a good belly laugh at the bantering old friends. Smith turned his attention to the young boy. The familiar, bright optimistic laughter that he had heard for what he had thought was the last time came by his side. His frown was replaced by a fond smile.

"The only ones who are dying today are the rescue team who are headed our way," The Robot gestured down toward the food that was set out. "Now, eat."

The Robot pat his arm against the elderly man's shoulder.

"Did you happen to bring a drink?" Smith asked, licking his dry lips. "The heat is unbearable."

"Mom packed you some coconut milk," Will handed him the bottle into the other hand.

Smith's hand was trembling while gripping the bottle then placed it to his lips and began to drink.

"You shouldn't run to the Jupiter on a empty stomach," The Robot added.

Smith lowered the bottle.

"They are coming after little ol' me?" Smith asked, tilting his head. "There is a mutiny unfolding." He straightened his head. "Is it not?"

"Affirmative," The Robot said. "You will have front row seats."

Smith placed the bottle onto the boulder wiping off the remainders of his drink from the corner of his mouth then had a sigh.

"What a terrible vacation this was," Smith said. "I suppose the professor approved the two of you coming after me."

"Affirmative," The Robot said.

"You shouldn't have with a Dragon hunter on the loose," Smith said. "And a mutiny no less!"

"We won't be in the middle of the mutiny, Doctor said," Will said. "Robot will make sure of that."

"Affirmative!" The Robot said, bobbing his head up.

Smith stabbed into the salad with the fork that had been handed to him and took a bite.

"This is better than prison food," Smith commented.

"Mom wanted me to tell you thanks for saving some soup for us," Will said. "We enjoyed it."

Smith turned his attention on the young boy.

"You're welcome," Smith said, in a much warmer tone of voice. "Eat. You too." Smith motioned his legs over the edge of the boulder situating them alongside the young boy.

The Robot seated himself beside the doctor.

"Oooooh," the Robot said, relieved as he made a impression into the rock sinking down further and further from alongside Smith. "A good, rounded rock. Ahhhhh."

Will looked down to see steam was coming from the Robot's treads and Smith shook his head continuing to eat.

Smith slid up a portion of the fabric tilting his head downwards then allowed the rest of the tears to flow down his cheeks dropping slowly one by one to the boulder.