They resumed their flight into space for Vahalla. A month and three weeks later, they arrived down to the neighboring planet then went on to the surface of the planet and disembarked. There was hope in the eyes of the Robinsons and in their hearts.
The first breath of air of a alien planet was relieving to have after being cramped in space with everyone else. Don and John took the Chariot out with Will then began to drive out into the distance. Will's eyes were peeled out for alien crafts as were the men.
Back at the Jupiter 2, the tables of hydroponics were taken out.
And the women waited for the return of the men for hours.
All the while, they explored the familiar surroundings that they had left long ago.
This time hoping that a friend who left them on this planet would return to them as a baby.
The women waited at the auxiliary window looking on toward the ship with hope until they saw it was only John, Don, and Will who had returned. The expectations that they had went down the train but experienced certain glee at seeing the men had came back alive. Penny and Judy ran down the stairs then hugged Don and Will; Penny to Will, Judy to Don.
The Chariot was unfolded then brought back inside and Maureen joined John's side then put a hand on his shoulder.
"Did you find her?" Maureen asked.
John shook his head.
"We searched far as we could tonight." John said.
"No ships?" Maureen asked, her face paled.
"No houses or labs, either." John replied.
"Tomorrow them." Maureen said.
"Tomorrow." John nodded.
"I made pasta with spiced tomatoes and zucchini noodles." Judy said.
"Pasta! Did someone say pasta? Pasta!" John was the first to charge up the stairs and the rest followed in.
"Anyone says they cooked pasta and he goes nuts." Maureen said, fondly, shaking her head in bemusement then went up the stairs.
The Robinsons spent months searching on Vahalla for Bronius's craft and found nothing at all. They used their advanced systems to sweep the sea floor checking for a underwater base only to find that she wasn't on the planet at all.
"We will find him, Will." Judy said, one night under the stars.
"And bring him home." Will said.
"I wonder what he looks like as a baby." Judy said.
"I can imagine," Will said. "I saw him as a ten year old."
"What does he look like as a baby?" Judy asked.
"Like a baby," Will said. "The face I saw won't appear until he is at least . . ." he looked at the night sky doing the math. "five, six, or seven."
"Huh." Judy said. "I wonder what face Joshua and Eddie will have."
"The face of a Robinson-West." Will said, helpfully.
Judy smiled back, positioning the little Robinson-West between her legs, as she started to laugh and so did Will.
"Lequire tipped her off," Don said as John was driving one afternoon.
"She did." John said.
"Where are we going?" Don said, noticing the change of scenery then looked toward the mayor. "I thought we were going to search in the craters again."
"I found a place where you could safely express your anger, Don." John said. "Will and the women have been busy setting it up for the last few months."
"I didn't notice they were." Don said.
"We voted on it when you were asleep." John said. "It's how they have been keeping themselves occupied with the disappointments of Vahalla."
"Family vote." Don chuckled.
"If it is alright with you," John said.
"It is." Don said. "I do need it."
John resumed driving on ahead of the terrain until coming to the set up log cabin with a curtain instead of a door. Don hopped out then John handed him a bat and the lieutenant colonel took it. Don went toward the log cabin then slid the curtain aside and spotted a collection of glass, plates, and several breakables littering the room and technology that did not quite belong to the Jupiter 2 and computer screens.
Don swung the bat at a statue then struck at it and smashed it. He swung it forward then hit the wide screens repeatedly over and over until it shattered into pieces. Don put the bat aside then knocked the glass off the table with a loud crash. He picked up parts of the breakables that hadn't broken then threw them toward the logs. They broke with a hard crash flying into pieces, over and over, releasing the pent up rage with his hands and the bat.
Don returned, panting, but generally lacking in the same fury that had grown over time. He dropped the bat to the ground once destroying every window, every table, and every piece of furniture in the room. He slid the curtain aside then walked on toward the Chariot with his palm feeling sore as did his elbow from the swinging.
"So, when is our estimated time of departure?" Don asked.
"Anytime that you're ready, Don." John said.
"I am ready." Don said with a smile.