The Jupiter 2 lifted off from the planet and floated out of the solar system once the revelation had been delivered. The Jupiter 2 emptied of the unnecessary equipment once more leaving it behind to be taken by travelers who came by. Bronius arrived to the area holding the small infant in her arms, rocking him back and forth, over the high pitch wailing of the baby. She knelt down then picked up a baseball catcher's helmet and stood up to her feet.

"Who's a defensive catcher?" Bronius said, wiggling the infant's arms with a smile.

The baby fell silent staring up toward her and scowled then cried flailing his chubby little hands so she winced.

"I am so sorry," Bronius said. "They left."

She looked down toward the baby that slid the helmet off to the ground and continued wailing.

"Can't bring you to the neighbors for a small visit." She shook her head with a apologetic look. "Nothing I can do about that."

Bronius turned around then walked on.

Judy went into labor five months after the voyage to Tauron had started. And this time, the Robinsons were prepared with reading up on medical journals for the worst case situation to possibly happen. After hours of panting, Judy delivered a baby girl and their baby girl Edvard Robinson-West rested in Judy's arms as she cooed while cradling the child.

Will sat at the auxiliary deck facing the window and sulked.

"Are you going to sulk all day?" Penny asked, coming to a pause across from Will against the panel to the auxiliary deck.

"I don't feel as happy as I should." Will said.

"Feels sour," Penny said.

"It does," Will agreed with a short nod. "And very bitter."

Maureen joined them, frowning, looking upon her growing children from side to side.

"What is all the pouting for?" Maureen asked, baffled coming between them.

"We wish Robot was here," Penny said.

"Me too," Will said. "Even if we don't have Doctor Smith here. It would have been nice to have introduced Robot to Edvard and Joshua."

"Children, I sense that he is always around us." Maureen said, her hands drifting to their shoulders as she came between them with a smile. "Even if we cannot see him."

"Robot has a unique feeling," Will said. "I don't feel that." He shook his head. "Haven't in the last year."

"So have I," Penny said. "It doesn't feel the same."

"We will find a new normal." Maureen replied.

"I hold you to it, Alpha Control," Penny said, squeezing her mother's hand and had a small smile.

"It will get better," Maureen said. "We thought it wasn't going to get better for five hundred years." She looked back fondly. "It did."

"No," Will shook his head. "It became painful."

"It got worse," Maureen relented. "But, we got to spend what little time that we could around him."

"And he did make some of us talk about how we felt," Penny said.

"I haven't." Will said.

She drew Penny close to her and Penny hugged her mother so Maureen patted on Penny's arm.

"We paid the due that we were deserved and it didn't last long as God had intended." Maureen said with a rueful smile then looked down toward the boy. "As it turns out, neither have I talked about my feelings about the matter with Doctor Smith."

Joshua was a full year old when the Jupiter 2 arrived to Tauron and landed in the outer reaches of the country side on a section of land. The family got out of their spacesuits then into their civilian uniform. The family came down the steps and set up the Chariot. The Chariot rolled on ahead of the Jupiter 2 locked. They drove through the city on the paved road looking around searching for any place that was remotely familiar while the children and the women remained behind, except for Will.

"Dad, look!" Will pointed toward the window. "There is the Space Law Enforcement symbol!"

"Right where I want it." John said. "Where do we park?"

"Anywhere," Don said. "Remember, we parked in the park?"

"Ah, I remember," John chuckled. "Landed in the fountain because we were being chased."

"That took a while to get rid of all the dents," Don said. "Had to repay in diamonds for the damage to the fountain."

"That was good times." John said, fondly. "Just pick a spot and park," John was amused. "No wonder I forgot this city. It makes me forget parking decency."

They came out of the chariot then went through the revolving door decorated in small light bulbs to the police precinct and found that at the corner of the room was a cell with individual freezing tubes that lined the wall and the corner as well. Some of them were full and some of them were not at all. There were desks around the room with fur walls around them in their own little cubicles where not a sound could be heard. The men gathered at the front desk then the black Tauron looked up toward the mayor.

"Hello, what is the crime you come to report?" the receptionist asked.

"We want to know if something we know is a crime." Don said.

"Oh, what kind of activity was it?" the receptionist asked.

"You recall that we lost a member of our own several years ago," John said. "It is in your files."

"Yes, I recall that. I have been wondering until . . . recently. . . why you weren't getting into trouble," he leaned back with a grin then his face became coated in concern. "Until I heard your doctor were making problems; I thought whatever problems you had were gone."

"That was a different version." John said. "He left."

"A year ago on his own wishes back to where he came from." Will said.

"Our version of him was restored but as a baby," John said. "And the woman who brought him back went past us without telling us why she had done what she had done."

"Is there anything else?" The receptionist asked.

"She changed his name and her name," Don said.

The receptionist grew a broad grin then handed them a padd.

"You might want to select identity fraud, brainwashing, Stockholm syndrome, and abduction," The receptionist said. "It will be in the back log."

John looked over toward the pile of padds then lowered his gaze on to the officer.

"Is that all back log behind you?" John asked.

"Yes." The receptionist said with a small rueful smile. "It will take us years to get through them because of all the time issue."

"Years." Don repeated.

"How many years?" John asked.

"Hmm." The receptionist said. "Can't say. Depends on the chase."

"Uncertainty is a long time." Don said.

John walked away then sat down on to the nearest chair and picked up the small pen that was slid of the panel by his fingers. With tapping and combing through the page, he was able to get back up from the chair in less than five minutes. The receptionist smiled then looked down at the padd and his eyes widened then glanced up toward John.

"You mean former officer Mariza Bronius? That one? She changed her name to Mariza Gampu?" The receptionist asked. "What do you mean? Last I heard, she was a ride."

"Not anymore." Don said as he walked away with his hands in fists.

"We thought that, too." John said. "I left a note for whoever catches her. But, I feel that . . . it may be the very same officer I am familiar to."

"You mean Officer Bolix? He is assigned to Earthling matters," The receptionist replied. "Not that he had any choice."

John grinned and Will laughed then they walked away.

"I have called a family meeting to discuss on the matter at hand. Whether or not to go after Bronius. I want it to be a collective family decision," John scanned the group. "We may not return to Gamma by the time Joshua and his little sister are grown."

He looked toward the one year old resting in Judy's lap and his five month sibling, Eddie, in Don's lap.

"It will be a long journey. We will spend years in space going after Bronius and Smith. Now, does everyone like to go after her?"

"Daddy," Penny said.

"Yes?"

"I think I speak for everyone when I say that we accomplished our primary mission," Penny said. "It's time we do a new mission."

"So do I," Judy agreed. "We set up Gamma for all those millions of people. It's time for us to get our happy ending in order."

"Finding a good family to raise someone like Smith?" Don said. "A true challenge."

"Maybe he would end up a better man if he were raised by us this time around." Maureen spoke up.

"And he would grow up this time with a sister," Penny said.

"And brothers." Judy said.

"He wouldn't be the same person I know." Will said. "But, I can try to be a friend to the new person that he will grow up to be."

"I don't know about raising my arch nemesis as my own kid." Don admitted. "It's. . . appealing in some ways."

"In what way?" John asked.

"Getting to tell Smith that he did something wrong and make him to sit in the corner to think about what he did wrong." Don said.

The family roared with laughter and John was the first to stop laughing.

"There is a chance that he will remember what happened, growing up, at random times." John said. "As dreams. As daydreams. As nightmares. They would linger because they were real."

The family listened to the mayor's speech.

"We can try to soften his memory by making better ones over it but we would be lying to him just the same if we tell him that it was any of those and not admit the truth. And even if tell him those memories were real; The truth would hurt him. He would run away, fear us, and maybe be distrustful."

"If we help him, just this once, find the right people to raise him. Just find someone who have a clean slate with Smith. Someone, someone, someone who will make sure he grows up right this time with no turmoil and who he can trust. Not be afraid of. And have little to no problems being raised by."

"If he finds out years from know, after remembering everything, after we have redeemed ourselves but still comes for us then it will be a sign that we made the right decision. He would be a different person once he has grown up and gotten them all. Someone, who can approach us and trust us with what little time we have left to enjoy his presence. " John finished. "I like your idea, Maureen. But, as much as I like it, and everyone likes it . . . it is not advisable."

"You're right, daddy." Penny said.

"I like the idea." Will admitted.

"I can live with that." Judy said.

"All that hard work being done by someone else." Don said. "Someone who can iron out his mean and trouble making streak."

"Don," Judy chided. "You have a son and a daughter with streaks to handle."

"But, it won't feel as good as chastising Smith." Don said, earning pearls of laughter from the family and he grinned.

"Alright," John said. "The matter at hand. Raise your hands up if you want to go after her."

One by one, they rose their hands. John scanned the raised hands of the family including the young Joshua waving his hands up and down and clapping them making bubbles come out of his mouth. Maureen warmly smiled down upon the newer members of the family as did the rest of the family. Then Will looked toward his side anticipating Robot to be in there putting into the record of the unanimous vote. And then he was reminded; his friend was gone.

"How are we going to find her before they do, father?" Judy asked.

"We start with asking around." John said. "She may still have friends in the force. People that she keeps tabs with."

"Taking him away from her may prove to be difficult," Maureen said. "And getting the intergalactic system of foster care may be a a hassle. We don't know where they are centered at."

John grinned.

"Doesn't hurt to ask the receptionist." John said, then watched his family smile.

"Speaking of which," Don said. "We need to get new star charts. Just in the event that she goes to a different galaxy."

"We got the diamonds for it," Maureen said. "That is doable."

"It is." John agreed with a nod.

"Traveling around with direction this time," Will said. "This feels good."

"It makes me feel good too," John said. "Maureen, Penny, and Will will go to the star chart store. Don and I will get to the matter about her friends. All of this will be done tomorrow morning after breakfast."

The receptionist went back on shift and noticed the pile of backlog remained the same but with a layer of it peeled away. The Robinson report was at the bottom of the pile where it had been discarded after being written down on. He put his packed lunch in a drawer beside him then looked about himself. The receptionist took out a padd then pressed several buttons then several moving blocks of colorful figures fell from the top of the frame

The receptionist took calls at HQ and dispatched some officers when a call came in from the city or the outer limits of the country side in between the eye catching game. He regulated aliens who came in at a time to different law enforcement officer's desk by tearing his attention off the game that stimulated his mind. He turned the padd upside down upon the revolving door clicking open up at random.

"Ah, Robinsons." The receptionist said. "Any more problems?"

"Yes," John said. "We like to know if she has any contacts here."

"Course!" the receptionist said. "Lequire, right over there." He pointed behind the mayor and the lieutenant colonel. "She is the only one who talks about her during lunch break and how well that she is doing."

The men turned toward the direction of Lequire then bolted after the short black woman with colorful paint decorating her face and two alien but shiny earrings that glint against the artificial lights of the building. She turned her attention upon the two men and smiled. She pressed a colorful transparent button then the file on her computer vanished.

"How may I help you?" Lequire asked.

"It's about your friend Mariza Bronius," John said.

"Did something happen to her and her baby?" Lequire asked.

"No," Don said. "But something will happen to her."

"Don," John said. "It's not our business to harm her. You got your turn. It's the law's turn."

"I wish he let me finish her." Don said, seething in rage then the mayor turned his attention on to Lequire.

"We need to know your friend Mariza Bronius is headed toward," John said.

"Preferably, what planet she is on." Don said.

"That baby isn't hers. It's our friend. We filed the report." John said. "It's important we get him back." He looked toward Don then back. "I will see to it that he does not harm her."

"She is on Vahalla." Lequire said. "That is what she intends to raise the child."

"Then we're going back to Vahalla." John said getting up to his feet.

"Wait," Don put his hands on the desk as he lifted himself up partially. "Where is the center for foster care?"

"Ten blocks down," Lequire said then handed a card to the mayor.

"We will come back to Tauron Because Tauron is one of the only planets that has reliable and dependable systems." John said.

"Thanks." Don said.

"You are welcome." Lequire said, politely.

The men left then Lequire turned on her computer and began to type a frantic message on the keyboard designated for Bronius.

You're in danger, girl. They are going to take your baby away.

Sincerely,

Your friend Lisa Lequire.