John came to a stop at the massive spaceship that rested ahead glowing in the dark. Don came to a stop beside him then his jaw came to a fall staring at the familiar saucer that had a hangar bay door down. There were lights on the platform that pointed up toward the inside of the Jupiter that glowed a bright white. There were more landing gear around the spaceship that had the familiar large window that was even wider and massive than before. The Robinsons came to a stop side by side at the familiar spacecraft. Rings of lights were spinning around in circles from underneath the spaceship that were dim lighting. There were soft hums coming from the spaceship itself.

Soothing, alien humming while the wooshing from above was nothing more than a special effect hanging in the background. Watson turned in the direction of the Robinsons with a small, half smile back at them. He could feel a blossoming feeling slipping through his chest then being spread all over. It felt good to bring them back to the Jupiter. Three days worth of travel with the Robinsons had proven to be a unique experience. A experience that he was going to treasure for the rest of his life. The series of words he wanted to say for the dead as they were slid up the ramp, "After you, Robinsons" were going to be said to the living. The young boy had proven to be---his smile faded as he counted the Robinsons.

"Where is Will and the Robot?"

Maureen turned around where Will should be as did John.

"We were going after Smith anyway," Bobellis said. "I will get the Chariot set up."

Bobellis walked up the platform heading into the Jupiter.

"We can handle this," Sanchiskos said, as Watson had a thousand yard stare to the distance from behind the Robinsons. "Relax, you got the best United States Space Corps rescue team."

"Did you let your son run off?" Watson asked, pointedly as he turned in the direction of John.

"No," John said. "if I had, I would have sent him armed with Don."

Watson sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Off we go," Watson said, then headed up the ramp up toward the Jupiter.

The hangar bay was different compared to the one aboard the Jupiter 2 and then it was not as different. The room was a comfortable tone of white to the group's eyes. There was sparkling new equipment ready to be used for rescue missions that supplied of cannons, machine guns, fork lifts, and so on. There was familiar call backs to their hangar bay decorating the room. Sanchisko directed the group toward the elevator. Penny was the first one aboard the elevator after sliding the familiar bar aside out of habit. She stepped aside for her parents as the camera moved back toward the rescue team going into the Chariot. Kenanan nodded toward Bobellis then walked over toward a wall of guns then slid on several guns by strap over his shoulder and returned toward the group handing one by one the guns except for Watson who was inside the Chariot starting it up.

"Major West," Kenanan said, taking the man's shoulder. "Alpha Control never stopped waiting for them. It's a yearly tradition to call the Jupiter 2. . . It was thrown into space after she was put back together." he looked over then turned his attention onto Don. "The contact code is 1997, B-9, saboteur, disaster. It's meant to be be verbal."

"Just my kind of contact," Don said, with a nod.

"I hate to be the people who hears you," Kenanan said. "President Kaline is currently waiting for Major Watson. . . I think she ought to hear the full story from you."

"What about you?" Don asked

"If everything goes to plan, we might not be able to testify," Kenanan said, then pat on his shoulder with a sad smile. "Tell her everything."

"Kenanan!" Bobellis called.

"Good luck," Kenanan said, then walked off from Don heading toward the Chariot.

The last of the team boarded the Chariot and the doors closed.

"Good luck to you, Lieutenant," Don said.

The Chariot flew out of the ship bouncing to a landing on the grass and sped off leaving a trail of flattened grass behind.