Smith was uncuffed then sent into the dark cell. He rubbed along his wrist as the euphoria coursed through him. He rubbed his hands together so giddy and thrilled of a mission well done. Home! Home! Home at last! Being home was the best feeling in the world. He was practicing on the soles of his feet up and down as he giggled to himself being ravaged by his own joy as he started to cry into his hands and cease to bounce. These were tears of joy not tears of sorrow and he fell down to his knees landing to the ground.

Smith was that way for almost a hour then got up to his feet as he hiccuped then set himself into the corner of the room. Smith were home and that was the best part of all. Smith proceeded to have a start to sneeze as he took his handkerchief out of his pocket and felt the familiar grandfather watch in his pocket, cold and silver. He yanked out the handkerchief out of his pocket then sneezed into it.

"Bless you."

"You are very welcome, dear Zachary."

He raised his head up then turned in the familiar voice.

"Who is there?"

A hand reached out in the dark then yanked the string and the light in the center of the dark room lit up.

"Show yourself! Daddy Zach? Zeno? Who are you?"

The figure walked out into the light.

"You." his counterpart smiled, elderly, in such a way that the younger Smith was horrified. "And quite better looking."

Smith screamed jumping into the corner of the room and sunk until his counterpart was the only one standing watching him sink. The elderly Smith looked down upon him with a lift of his aged arched brow and a tilt of his head. His brows lowered then furrowed together losing all the warmth and bemusement that were once held in them toward Smith.

"Stay away from me! Stay away from me!" Smith plead. "Spare me! Spaaaare mee!"

"You were hired by Aeolus 14 Umbra to sabotage the voyage of the Jupiter 2."

"You can't be me! It can't be! You can't be."

"And why not?"

"Because that would mean I spent fifty years with those rotten people!"

"You didn't."

"But, I saw Will!"

"You and he DIDN'T." he stepped forward looking warmly upon the younger man.

He stared at the older counterpart then became defiant.

"No! I won't go back to them!" Smith shook his head. "You can't make me! I want to stay!"

"Zachary, Zachary..." it came out quite playfully and fondly. "Ease yourself." The comment was soothing so his figure relaxed. "You shall stay on Earth forever."

The elderly Smith shook his head as he went over to the doorway of the cell.

"What? What?" He was baffled on the reaction of the future version. "Then. . . why are you here?"

The elderly Smith snickered turning his attention upon him with a small smile.

"If you go out that door with the booby then in a few short weeks, Will will never see his family again."

"They deserved getting to Alpha Centauri." His counterpart was silent as he glared with death at his counterpart refusing to explain why. "You and Will are not freely traveling on your own with a replica of the Jupiter 2?"

"That IS the Jupiter 2, my dear Zachary."

Smith stared in shock.

"Three years ago, something happened to us and separated us from the others. I was aged beyond comprehension as was Will on the bridge of the Jupiter 2. Whatever happened to us, it happened to her as well." The elderly Smith sighed, his shoulders loosening, lowering his head and cleared his throat. "It's been a long road getting from there to here."

"Why is it so imperative that we be there?"

His demeanor became grim.

"Four months after the lift off, the Jupiter 2 and her astronauts are destroyed by a unexpected asteroid."

"They. . ." A lump came in the younger man's throat in fright as he trembled. "die?"

It was then that the older Smith looked on with a small smile that widened facing toward the younger man as he recognized where in what point of time that he were. He were in the original timeline, before the time loop was continued, before the loop was permanently established by his reluctant acceptance, before he became the reluctant stowaway to the Jupiter 2 for a eternity, before he accepted the role of antagonizing the major and threatening the Robinsons for two years before becoming quite less threatening. He was the first Smith.

"Sadly without any fight." Reported the older quite sorrowfully. "Nor any excitement."

"We didn't need to sabotage Robot at all." Smith said with a frown.

"And we won't." the elderly counterpart nodded in certainty. "I am going to pilot the ship on a direct course to Alpha Centauri for a year."

"Specific number." His counterpart noted, his eyes squinting at the elderly Smith.

"Then after my year is up, I will make the proper adjustments to the coordinates," then he decided to share what his last moment would be like right as he injected himself with morphine, right as he started to leave this plane of existence. "then air-lock myself out so my presence wouldn't have been known."

"YOU DO-WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?" Smith shrieked. "THAT IS UNDIGNIFYING! HORRIBLE! DISHONORABLE! That is NOT how a GENTLEMAN GOES OUT! NO! A SMITH DOESN'T GO THAT WAY!" his hands rolled into fists as he lashed out at the elderly man beginning to find specific choice words that insulted him. "We go with dignity and self-respect you moronic good filled elderly man."

The younger Smith was pacing back and forth from his side of the cell as the elderly man watched him in bemusement listening to the shrieks and bellowing that forth from him. The anger that was coming from him was being released in a over the top manner.

"BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENEAAAATH A DOCTOR ZACHARY SMITH!" He pointed toward the older man with a scowl. "You've gone senile and foolish just like the Robinsons!"

The elderly Smith raised his eyebrows at once then lowered them with a spark in his eyes.

"Oh, have I now?" the elderly Smith became flattered as he put a hand on his chest and smiled lowering them down to his lap. "Why thank you for that kind compliment."

Smith looked toward the man's hands that were being cradled then lifted his attention up as the signs were all there in his view. The most visible sign that his health was going the wrong way. He stared at the elderly man confused and startled. With so little time left, he was spending the last moment of his life guiding the Robinsons to the planet that they would call home for the rest of their lives and never known of the sacrifice that the older man had to make to make sure they got there.

Smith was stunned for a few solid moments.

"My health can't be that poor at that age!" Smith exclaimed.

"It is... Exactly... What you think it is, my dear Zachary."

Smith put his back against the wall in fright, horror, and distress.

"It can't be! It mustn't be!" Smith said. "Nooo! NOOO! NooOOo!"

"I am just one possible future." his counterpart replied. "You can avoid this with a simple medical procedure."

"You can't be." Smith whined.

His counterpart approached him with a small smile of acceptance.

"I am at Death's doorstep." The elderly man announced.

Smith covered his mouth with a hand as the shock from the news confirmed what he had seen and a heart string was pulled.

"I have had my adventure."

The older man folded his arms looking aside.

"All six years of it."

He shifted his attention on to Smith who was sobbing and weeping as it became apparent that his deepest regret brought him here.

"It's time I repayed the Robinsons for their kindness for hosting us for as long as they did."

Smith uncovered his mouth with a scowl.

"You SEEM to FORGET that you are IN A JAIL CELL!" Smith exclaimed.

His counterpart smiled.

"Not for long." the elderly man replied.

Smith's eyes flashed open as he paled then used the bars as his support up as it dawned on him.

"You are me." His voice trembled as he stared in dismay. "You look horrible!"

His counterpart snorted.

"I am still quite handsome at this advanced age." the older counterpart replied to Smith.

The elderly Smith pointed toward the doorway then Smith looked toward the cell.

"This does not deter me, Doctor Smith." Robot announced. "One of you is coming with me!"

"NEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEEEER! I am staying right here." Smith sat down on to the bed across from the elderly man and nodded. "Staying put safe and sound!"

Robot lowered his helm in resignation.

"I will get out of this in a much comfortable state of being with my leverage out of this nasty affair." Smith twirled a hand then glared toward his counterpart. "Fixing your mess is going to require a lot of patience and time but time I can spend!"

Robot turned toward the elderly counterpart.

"You . . ." Robot said.

"I volunteer as tribute." The older man announced, calmly, without dramatics, without any screaming, shrieking, or colorful words.

Robot electrocuted the cell door then the elderly man went out and closed the door behind him.

"I did not anticipate you going along with me so easily to the Jupiter 2." Robot noted.

"Love is guiding me through this for our lovely associates, my dear old friend." the elderly Smith replied. "Love."

"I have knocked out the cell guards." Robot said. "They will not be happy with this development."

"Before I go," the elderly man turned toward Smith with a rare light in his eyes. "You have thirty-four years ahead of you with this stroke problem."

"Thirty-four years. . ." Smith said as it sunk then became defiant. "I won't let it happen."

"You will see the Robinsons again in the land of the living." He smiled then waved back at the younger counterpart, delighted, but almost tearful. "Adieu."

"Zero minus four minutes until launch." echoed from the comn.

"Hurry, Doctor Smith." Robot announced. "We do not have that long. Traffic may be bad just getting to the Jupiter 2."

The elderly man leaped on to Robot's back.

"MARCH, BOOBY!"

Robot wheeled on exiting the cell leaving behind Smith.