Smith whistled while returning to the campsite. He came to a complete halt noticing that the door to the tent was wide open and flapping against the screeching wind. His cowardly persona screeched to run away and return to the children, who in the middle of debating what exactly to do with the spacecraft. But his better half told him to stay and check out what may be going on. There was no other adults that Smith trusted around him to survey for danger and report except . . . Where was the Robot? He looked around scanning the scenery then climbed up the mound. His fingers clutching on to the rock embedded in the mound. He reached the top, shielding his eyes, squinting in the distance searching for a gray glint.

The search didn't need to done long. It was a gray sparkle that made him stop scanning the lay out of Bob but he squinted. Smith spotted the Robot standing at the large crevice in the ground. He hadn't noticed how far that they had traveled while exploring the environment going roughly seventy-three miles from the campsite. The Robot looked small from this height. So distant that Smith could forget for just a moment the machine was taller than he was. The memory of the smaller robots resurfaced. All too clearly.

Smith shuddered at the memory.

A cruel nightmare that switched his entire soul, rather than just his negative characteristics, with that of the Robot and the Robot's soul moved into his body. It was a strange experience being a machine and horrifying at the same time. Unable to touch, eat, drink, or rest. The power channeling through his being was immeasurable. Energy that he could have used in many instances against those who were not his allies. But as time waned on, the power got the best of him until it was almost too late. It was cruel, not because of the conditional immortality, but because it had been done against his will.

It used to be the one of the most traumatic things that happened to him in space.

Smith picked up a dark blue oval rock then bounced on the palm of his hand.

"Let's see how far I can throw with this arm," Smith aimed then gave it a good throw.

The Robot sharply turned around at the sound of a rock hitting his back then bobbed his head up, his grill glowing, and lowered his sphere head.

"That ninny," Smith said, his arms folded, shaking his head.

Smith fell after being smacked behind his head falling to the ground landing to his side.

"Golaran spy," Halunn said.

Halunn lowered down then grabbed hold on to the man's legs then walked backwards down the mound.

Mial dragged two bags alongside the silent craft then opened them up and dropped the bags content to the side. She went inside of the ancient craft wearing a gray gas mask. The fog on the gas mask was wiped away with a stroke of fingers that cleared it up. She knelt down to the side of the first corpse then moved her hands underneath the back and underneath the thigh. Her eyes were full of sorrow.

Mial picked up the first corpse and slowly walked out of the craft.

The first corpse was laid into the body bag then closed with a zipping sound then returned inside the craft.

The process was repeated with the second corpse but it was solemn and slow.

Mial took the body bags in a pile then climbed up the hill then came down it and only stopped once reaching ground level.

She lay the body bags side by side, retrieved the shovel, then began digging.

The Robot sped after the campsite. According to his sensors, the aim came from the campsite. It had to have come from one of the more familiar characters who picked on him. That one person was unequivocally without a doubt the 'bumbling' and 'stumbling at times' doctor. The very same one hadn't been throwing any more rocks after him during the trip back to the campsite. And the Robot's circuits didn't feel so well. Somehow, someway, they got out of the tunnel without knowing what happened to their way up.

The way things were going it wasn't a good thing and his circuits didn't feel as good with that on his processor. A feeling that hadn't been felt for quite a while since this entire episode had begun. Worrying about the Robinsons when they were captured and he was the only one left aside to the doctor or on some occasions Will. Company that he reassured him everything, in their own way, was going to turn out okay.

Will getting in the details of what happened to his family then going on with the Robot to the scene where the guest was at. Smith pacing back and forth being wrecked with worry, paranoia, and ranting about how the end was near. The memory tapes on these kind of scenes were fuzzy on some details about it because thing that Robot knew, the Robinsons were out of the pickle returning home with him among them and everyone was normally laughing about it while Smith lagged behind.

Right now, the Robot needed that kind of reassurance. If Halunn had encountered Smith and had properly taken care of him then that left a Robot in charge of two children with no one to remotely confirm their stories with law enforcement. It spelled a lot of trouble for the mission should they get rescued. The Robot arrived to the campsite detecting only one lifeform outside at the site. His head bobbed up in alarm then began to charge his claws. Halunn got up from his chair then slowly approached the Robot with a smirk.

"Who's your allegiances to, now, Robot?" Halunn asked.

"The Abernashi children," the Robot replied.

"You don't have to stand in front of them," Halunn said.

"Stay away from me," The Robot wheeled back. "Do not take another step forward."

"There is no grown ups to take orders from," Halunn took a step forward.

The Robot detected that his circuits were burning up.

"DESTROY!"

The Robot charged forward with his arms out stretched and blue light discharged toward Halunn.

Halunn crashed to the ground then got up to his feet. The Robot's electricity tipped over the chair set across from the tent. The Robot's discharge level destroyed a rock protruding from the ground as the man ran past it. The Robot's claws were shooting out balls of electricity destroying every rock that the man hid behind getting close and closer toward the Robot. Halunn ducked out of the line of fire, grabbed on to the power pack, yanked it off, then dropped it to the ground. The Robot leaned forward with his dark arms out stretched and the last remainders of electricity cackled from his claws.

"Threat eliminated," Halunn said, dusting his hands off.

It was only a matter of time until she dug two graves that were six feet deep. She had it done with speed that it was easily done within the hour but merely ten minutes before the clock big hands hit another number while hanging outside of the craft appearing to be electronic in nature standing out by the bright blue theme. She tossed the dirt into the individual graves using the shovel. Shoving dirt into the graves was easier than making them even a bit faster to do for Mial.

After that was done, Mial dragged over two large boulders that were put to a stop in front of the graves.

She knelt down to her knees, set between the graves, placing her hands on the boulders, ashamed.

"I am sorry," Mial said, lowering her head then took out a knife from her pocket rather slowly. "I don't have a excuse for causing your deaths," she used the knife to chip away into the rock. "And likely will never forgive myself for it."

She nicked her finger then sucked on it dropping the blade to the ground..

"Damn it,"

Mial applied pressure to it.

"Halunn is handling the grief in his own way," Mial said. "But I am worried about him."

She wrapped a thick strap from her socks and tied it so tightly that it stuck.

"Maybe I shouldn't have sent that text to him in flight," Mial said. "Then he wouldn't be making assumptions about how the war ended." She looked up toward the sky observing Gamma being orbited. "I hope it didn't end the way that we think."

Mial resumed marking on the boulders with the blade.

"Alright," Sydnee said. "What we are going to tell the soldiers?"

"That we are leaving them here and will send their people after them," Karleen said.

"Sounds like a fine plan," Sydnee said. "Given that we have someone who can translate for us, I got a good feeling that we are on a smooth route."

"Sooo smooth," Karleen said. "They will understand."

"Will they?" Sydnee asked, doubtfully.

"They will," Karleen said. ". . . Eventually."

"Being in space is scarier than what it seems," Sydnee said.

"Hmm," Karleen said, stopping in her tracks. "Something ain't right."

"So you feel it too?" Sydnee asked.

"Uh huh," Karleen said. "It's really strange. I have been feeling this for roughly a hour."

"Not in the air," Sydnee said, twirling her finger pointing up. "It's in the gut."

"Doctor Smith hasn't ran after us," Karleen said. "I want to believe that he is figuring out what to make for dinner but. . ."

"We got traumatized soldiers on Bob," Sydnee said.

"What if the worst is happening?" Karleen asked.

"Let's not think that," Sydnee said.

"We should check it out," Karleen said.

"And make a run for it afterwards," Sydnee said.

"Alright," Karleen said. "But if he fires at us."

"We run really fast," Sydnee said. "And hope that we don't faint."

"Now, that, will get us killed one of these days," Karleen said. "Evolution is awful."

"Agreed," Sydnee said.

The girls resumed their walk holding each others hands taking their time. They arrived to the scene to find that the powerless Robot and what tall portions of rock that made up the scenery around their campsite were gone. They froze where they stood with their eyes aimed at the tent. Slowly, but surely, they watched Halunn appear from behind the tent holding a small miniature of a phaser in one hand staring them down.

It was immediate what happened next in those next few seconds that determined their future. They let go of each other's hand then ran on ahead going off in different directions over the sound of laser pistol being fired. They were running, sheer adrenaline was overriding their natural instincts to fall over and become paralyzed by fear, being overwhelmed by their thoughts to get away. Karleen was struggling to fight back tears as her sister made it to the door first then slammed the button on the side open and jumped in then joined Sydnee by crashing inside. Sydnee went to the console, trembling, pressing buttons almost at random as Halunn got closer.

The craft flew away into the sky.

Karleen smacked the wall, repeatedly, with her hand closed in a fist leaving a good size imprint of her fist behind. Sydnee sat in the chair, her eyes staring at space, heartbroken and defeated, Karleen crashed to the floor, leaving a long trail of scars in the wall, sobbing. Sydnee was silent as she looked off, remembering, then closed her eyes letting go of a sigh. She opened her eyes shifting her attention toward space. Sydnee got up from the chair then walked over toward Karleen and placed a hand on her shoulder as her arms were wrapped around her legs giving a good tight squeeze.

"How are we going to get out of this one?" Sydnee said.

"I-I-I-I don't know," Karleen said, shaking her head. "We aren't supposed to be in the positon of adults!"

Sydnee closed her eyes.

"We are supposed to be kids being reassured by a adult and let the adults talk it over," Karleen continued. "Adults are more emotionally prepared for this kind of problem!"

Sydnee sat down beside Karleen.

"Well," Sydnee said. "I am scared, too. . ."

Karleen wiped her tears off looking off toward Sydnee.

"I don't think we are going to get rescued any time soon," Karleen said.

Sydnee gave it some thought then nodded.

"We have to rescue ourselves," Sydnee said.

"How are you so calm?" Karleen asked, between her sniffles.

"Because this is cheesecake compared to Gamma's natives," Sydnee said. "We haven't lost yet. There is still hope. Hope is a very precious thing that we should not lose."

"This isn't a movie," Karleen said.

"Granted," Sydnee said. "But we have seen a lot of them. Over a hundred years worth of them."

"We have," Karleen said, nodding. "But this guy is experienced."

"We got a ship," Sydnee said. "And when we have a ship. . ."

Karleen's eyes slowly grew big as memories from movies dawned on her regarding shuttles and a big smile began to spread on her face from ear to ear.

"We have not just medical supplies but a edge over the adult!" Karleen leaped to her feet. "Then we can send them leaving Bob," she paced back and forth. "Get the Robot's power pack, find out how badly the doc has been hurt, and everything will be alright!"

"Exactly!" Sydnee said.

"Sis, the ship is heading toward a asteroid," Karleen pointed toward the view screen.

"I'll get that!" Sydnee charged toward the console then sat down into the seat as Karleen turned away to face the back of the shuttle with her hands on her hips.

Mial jogged back to the crash site, hopping from one leg to the next, strolling around the large and tall rock formations. Her mind was wandering from one subject to the next. Just how advanced had technology had become since their time in stasis? How long had they been in stasis? If anything, their host had to have some idea how long they were out. That was her current hope in adapting to the new century or year that she and Halunn had been awakened in. She came to a stop at the crash site, her hands moving back and forth in a rhythmic pattern, observing Halunn leaned against the wall with his hat lowered down and the tent was closed.

"I prefer you not go in there," Halunn said, as she stepped close toward the tent. "I have a enemy combatant in there."

Mial froze then shifted toward him.

"Enemy combatant?" Mial asked, startled. "What war are they in?"

Halunn got up to his feet.

"The war," Halunn said. "That man could be lying about the war being over."

Her eyes grew big shifting from the tent to Halunn.

"What have you done?" Mial asked.

"What is necessary," Halunn said.

"Necessary!" Mial hissed.

"I am stunned that you fell for their lies," Halunn said.

"They weren't lies!" Mial insisted.

"Did he show you proof?" Halunn stepped forward. Mial shook her head. "Did he have any records to back up his claims?" Mial stopped, considering, regarding the reply. "Did he have a video about it?" Halunn stared down upon Mial. "Lieutenant, anyone remotely connected to Golarans is in extreme doubt." he pointed toward the doorway. "And neither of us can go inside," he lowered his hand walking away from her then placed both hands on to his hips. "Now that is very shady as a young sun going supernova."

"The proof is that we can't understand the Golaran children," Mial said. "They don't have universal translators."

"But he does," Halunn said. "So I sent them running. They didn't drop and fall like innocents when I started the chase. Innocents don't run."

Mial smacked Halunn against the door, her hands digging into his uniform, her eyes full of rage, and fury was radiating from her figure. Halunn punched Mial down to the ground then rubbed his knuckles. Mial got up to her feet and took out her swiss army knife then pressed the button on the side. The sharp light gray blade flipped out of the black and red object. She charged toward Halunn. Halunn stepped aside so Mial hit the wall at first speed leaving behind a tent where the knife had been and Mial dropped the mobile knife.

Halunn took out the laser pistol, pressed the trigger, aimed at her hands.

Mial fell to her knees pressing her hand into the dirt swearing a mile a minute as Halunn slowly approached from behind.

"Any last words, traitor?" Halunn asked.

"I am not your enemy," Mial said. "You moron."

Halunn raised the laser pistol to above her head.

"HERE COMES THE BIG DAMN HEROES!" Sydnee cried. "GOAT POOOWER!"

Karleen stood from alongside Sydnee as the craft flew above Halunn's head sending him falling back at the sounds of firing.

Laser blasts struck the ground from each side of Halunn continuing on from behind him.

Halunn ran out of the firing range going to the back of the spacecraft while firing back at it. The craft cancelled out the shots in mid-air sending him fleeing from the scene. Mial looked up toward the sky now sporting a relieved smile of her own that briefly replaced her pained expression. She lowered her head, her eyes wincing, her hands stinging from the blast.

"Innocent children I think not!" Halunn shouted.

Halunn ahead until he were behind a large and towering spike shooting up from the ground.

"And the lieutenant thinks everything is alright," Halunn said.

From behind the protective rock came the lowering spacecraft.

"Sometimes, she is wrong as a flat planet," Halunn said.

The side door fell open then a few seconds after came the duo holding thick, dark blue rifles with translucent blue tubes underneath the main dark blue build. They charged in the direction of the fleeing man with a battle cry. Sydnee ran up the long rock then landed on to another. She raised the phaser rifle in the air drawing Halunn's attention toward her. He quickly rolled out of the way landing to the ground as a series of rounded blasts struck the side of the neighboring rock. Halunn fired back so Sydnee moved sideways taking a good aim and fired. Halunn stepped aside with his aim fixated at Sydnee. Sydnee jumped, landing to the other rock, then fired at him.

Halunn fired back that shot her down.

"Ah!" Sydnee screamed, falling to the ground and cupped the side of her waist. She held her hand up to spot red liquid. "Shiiitttt!"

Halunn looked both ways then approached her.

"I don't take pleasure in taking out children," Halunn said. "One thing war has taught me . . . is that . . . you can't be too trusting of Golarans."

"You are wrong," Sydnee said.

Karleen appeared from behind him with a contorted yet determined look on her face. Her hands were holding on to different sides of the phaser rifle staring him down with a silent scream. She smacked Halunn on the back of the head with the back of the phaser rifle. Halunn fell to the ground landing to his side, quietly, letting go of the weapon dropping it to his side. Karleen came to his side then searched his pocket then found the item. She put it into her pocket came to her side.

"You okay, big sis?" Karleen asked.

"I think I will make it," Sydnee said. "And a little cut from the fall."

Karleen pressed her hand against Sydnee's wound.

"Then I will stick with you," Karleen said, meeting Sydnee's gaze. "Until the bleeding stops."

"You are the best little sister I have," Sydnee said.

"And you make the best big sister anyone could ever have," Karleen said.

"How are we going to tell mom about this?" Sydnee asked.

"We could, uh, skip over, um, this," Karleen said.

"I can go with that," Sydnee said, with a laugh.

"Me too," Karleen giggled then fell into outright laughter joining Sydnee's laughter.

"Are you alright?" Mial joined the two.

"She got a small boo boo," Karleen said. "She will be fine."

"Let me see," Mial said, then watched as Karleen took her hand off. "It's not that bad," she put Karleen's hand back on. "But you do need the wound covered with cold water."

Karleen raised her head up.

"I can take care of that," Karleen said. "Can you keep your hand on her?"

"Yes," Karleen retreated her hand letting Mial cover the wound.

"I will be right back."

Karleen ran away from the duo while taking out the power pack from her pocket.

"Run, Forrest, run," Karleen said. "Run."

She left behind the phaser rifle at the scene of the event. Karleen nearly skid down to the ground feet first over how fast that she was going making to the campsite. She zipped down the entrance to the tent then fell face first inside. She got up to her feet picking up the power pack. Her eyes caught sight of the Robot set at the corner of the room leaning over toward the floor. Karleen ran from around the table toward his side then slapped the power pack on to his side colliding against his frame and grabbed on to his handle to keep her from falling back. The Robot's claws clicked against his shell then his figure stood up erect.

"Robot, materialize cold water, please!" Karleen requested, desperately.

"Are you hurt?" The Robot asked.

"Sydnee is," Karleen said.

"Owww, my head," came Smith's familiar whine as the Robot materialized the goblet of water with a clack of his claws.

"Thank you!" Karleen took the goblet then fled away.

"Doctor Smith!" The Robot's head bobbed up as he wheeled over toward the man rubbing the back of his neck wincing in pain. "I believed your life had been terminated."

Smith glared toward the Robot.

"Why you bubble headed booby," Smith said. "Don't you know it is extremely difficult to take out a real gentlemen!" Smith waved his hand dismissively, back at the Robot, using the chair's bars to help himself up to his feet.

"That is a accurate statement when it pertains not to a gentleman but to a gambling scheming old man," The Robot said.

"Bah humbug!" Smith retorted, then left the tent with the Robot in hot pursuit.

Sydnee's wound was treated rather quickly and effectively given with the limited resources that laid around inside the abandoned spacecrafts. What he did have was tape, fabric, and a bucket of cold water. The cold water was poured over the burning wound so that it cooled down before being covered by a small square fabric then tied harshly against the wound.

"Take our ship," Sydnee said.

Mial was knelt down beside Halunn's figure.

"After what he had done?" Mial asked.

"I think I would be the same way after being part of a war," Sydnee said.

"So would I," Karleen agreed. "We all would be bias one way or another."

Smith returned with a small device.

"This is a update map of the intergalactic routes," Smith said. "You will need it more than we do."

"I. . ." Mial took the device. "You are. . ."

Mial grabbed the girls into a hug.

"You are welcome," Sydnee said, patting on her back.

"Very much," Karleen said.

"We can wait for it," Sydnee said.

"Or find our way off," Karleen added.

Mial ended the hug.

"But it won't be your ride," Smith said.

"How can I ever thank you?" Mial asked.

"By helping your friend be treated and adapt," Sydnee said.

"Preferably not enter the military service in the next five years," Smith said, rubbing the back of his head.

"That too," Karleen had a nod.

"It will take time," Mial said. "Time that he can spend."

"Take this," Smith reached the box out. "It will benefit you."

"This is a older vessel," Mial sent his hand back. "I think this ship will prove to be our savior."

"Understood," Smith said. "Then I will sell it."

"Someday," Mial said. "and I hope when it comes. It's not to end a war."

"Someday," Smith agreed.

Mial lifted Halunn's unconscious figure into her arms then brought him into the spacecraft. The door closed behind her figure. Slowly, but gradually, the shuttlecraft lifted up into the air then flew on out into space over the sounds of them cheering on the soldiers calling out their farewells in between. They lowered their hands but Smith had a look of contempt compared to the smiles on the little girls faces.

"Why not explore the underground tunnels?" Karleen asked.

"Let's have a raincheck on that," Sydnee said.

"Metal cockroaches," Smith said. "I doubt they are settled down by now. We should wait a day before resuming our activity."

"We're good with that," The siblings said.

"How are you with cards?" Sydnee asked, looking up toward Smith.

Smith placed his hands on their shoulders.

"I am a good card player," Smith said. "Let's go inside and get changed."

"Danger, Doctor Smith!" The Robot cried. "Danger!"

"Can you be a dear and shut up about danger for just one minute since we just got out of one?" Sydnee and Smith said at once while glaring at the Robot.

"Oh Fraggle Rock," Karleen said, pointing up.

Smith and Sydnee slowly looked up to see a gray saucer with a shining bright underbelly.

"Inside the ship!" Smith shouted. "Now!"

The children and Smith left a dust trail behind running toward the direction of the crashed ship.

"Doctor Smith, Robot!"

The Robot went fast as he could following after the group into the escape craft.

"Don't keep the door open for him, children!" Smith cried. "Let it close!"

"Not without him!" Sydnee replied.

"You're right," Karleen said. "You are a literal danger magnet!"

Smith looked back toward the children then toward the hallway.

"One moment!" Smith said.

Sydnee and Karleen kept the door open while watching the spacecraft lower down toward the surface chasing after them.

"Come on, Robot!" The siblings cried. "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

The Robot turned abruptly, then fired on the spacecraft, Smith yanked them back inside with the phaser rifle strapped along his shoulder.

"He is still out there!" Sydnee shouted. "We have to let him in."

"It's either us or him who are going," Smith said. "Everyone is not going to die on Bob!"

He closed the door from behind him with press of his fingers.

"Robots can't fight against ships!" Karleen said.

"You don't know how often he tilts at windmills," Smith said.

Then winced, as the Robot's words echoed back at him just like the machine was standing right beside and his words echoed crystal clear as day. Much like how the Robinsons voices, that he initially believed to hear being alone -again- in the first week, until their voices had too faded away into the background and no longer haunted him with their comments. He guided the girls into their room with both hands then locked the door after pressing on the control panel. The long bar closed, in, shut, as Smith turned around with his back pressed against the wall.