The darkened quarters of the shared quarters slid open. A small creature was dropped unceremoniously into the room then proceeded to walk about the room searching in the night. The lights were completely off in the room. Will's eyes were wide open as he scanned the area for the figure. He propped half way up from the barrack looking over the figure that stopped beside his mother's figure. He looked toward the doorway that was closed. Closed for now, it appeared, but if it were opened then it could be capable of opening. He wagered to himself whether or not to get up from the bed or to go to the creature.

A sudden, small but soft "Bloop" drew his attention from the door to the pair of strange eyes that stood out against the dark. The monkey waved their hand from side to side then he observed how it had pointy large ears coated in fur. It was a strange small creature that didn't quite seem to be normal or belong to Earth. Will stared back at the creature that blooped, tilting their head, from side to side like a curious animal from Earth trying to grasp the understanding of the situation.

The creature strolled away from his bunk then Will began to follow the creature that walked on their knuckles. The creature strolled to the door that then opened. Will closed his eyes and turned around. He listened to the sound of footsteps behind him. His heart raced with fear. A all too familiar fear except it was terrifying. The fear, strangely began to subside, the fear went away faster than it normally went in the moment of uncertainty.

"Bloop,"

"Shush,"

Will turned over toward the direction that he looked away from at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Bloop,"

S lowered his head, annoyed, then picked up a small item.

"Fetch,"

The door flew open allowing light in.

"Bloop!"

The creature that went bloop left a shadow going through the corridor.

"Good riddance," S said. "Hmm. This should do. No one would deport someone with this," He looked down upon the resting Robinson. "Not when it is dangerous."

S got up to his feet then walked out of the room. Will got halfway up from the bed then got put his feet down and rubbed his eyes. He began to wander through the area walking on past his parents following after the older man. The bright blue lighting stood out against the darkness that threatened to swallow him hole. There were long beams between each section of the corridor faintly with struggle attempting to remain on. He walked through the corridor hearing the older man's voice echo through the corridor.

"Debbie, get back here!"

Will peeked out behind the edge of the wall to see the older man chasing after a small monkey dressed in a silver uniform carrying a small doll in the corner of its arm.

"This ship doesn't allow your kind running around without a leash!"

"Bloop! Bloop! Bloop!"

"Don't take that attitude with me, young lady!"

"Bloooop!"

"LANGUAGE!"

The voices became distant to his ears then he went the other way. A monkey that went 'bloop' instead of a in-distinctive noise? Was it a creature similar to the one from pokemon that glowed in the middle of evolution? He couldn't be exactly sure over the matter. He had to find a way back to the space pod and find the ship then get Harris to come back for his family. After all they had gone through together since crashing on a planet set near a black hole. A planet that consistently replayed the cycle of life and death. A planet that he became familiar to over the two weeks from the cold arctic landscape to the wooden landscape and the hilly landscape full of grass. The memory of the first alien sky was memorable as were the structures standing out of the climate and some that resembled Vasquez Rocks.

He went through the hallway looking around searching for a corridor that didn't have a number. He continued his trek through the area looking from side to side. It was strange to be completely alone in the area after being in the company of his family for a little over a year and being adjusted to not being alone in space. He admired the strange decorations on the wall looking on in awe. He wasn't a short child anymore but someone who had grown to that of being five foot five and still growing. He wasn't going to spend his entire life in space searching for Alpha Centauri, Will was certain of that, but he was used to seeing strange alien architecture in various alien craft remains that decorated some planets they colonized from time to time that not seeing it again reminded Will that he was back to a familiar pre-warp civilization coming back from near extinction.

He came to a hall then paused watching the familiar machine from earlier roll his way. The machine was tall and simplistic with a lowered helm humming to himself with large arms set into his sockets. The machine's helm bobbed up skidding to a halt then retreated five feet away from the child. The simple red claws, the transparent grill, buttons, and glass helm all seemed to be from a era that was less advanced than the kind of machines he had seen in his time in space. It was out of the ordinary with the choice of the machine's aesthetic and the treads that reminded him of a tank.

"Why are you out of bed, Will Robinson?"

Will looked up toward the machine then folded his arms.

"Why are you not in a recharge booth?"

"That is irrelevant. You answer my question. I asked first."

"I am looking for a way to my ship. Your turn."

"Late night stroll in the middle of the night," His upper half twirled in a complete circle. "This way," Will followed after the machine that he stood shoulder to shoulder to. "Bad dream."

"So robots dream?" Will asked.

"Much like humans do when relaying what had happened the day before as our processors reset," was his reply. "If they were modified to do so."

"What was it like falling asleep?" Will asked.

"I dreaded it. I was scared with my power draining and my systems powering down when my energy levels . . ." He left it hang there scooting through the hallway by the child's side. "Then I was not. I initially believed I was dying from lack of power."

"What is your name?" Will asked.

"My designation is B-9 Class M-3 General Utility Non-Theorizing Environmental Control Robot. You may call me B-9."

"So you are not part of a species," Will said. "That is neat."

"I was designed by humanoids," B-9 replied. "Similar to yours."

"From Omega," Will said. "I heard that. How did you meet Doctor S?"

"We met on a ship," B-9 replied. "For colonization purposes. Things went wrong. We both did things that we regret on that fateful maiden voyage."

"Oh, what happened?" Will asked.

"I tried to kill the crew," B-9's upper half twirled toward the young boy.

"Okay." Will said and it was silent between them for the rest of the walk.

Will was guided into the launch bay that was full from head to toe in starships that ranged in size and style. Robot wheeled away but came to a pause at a perfect rendition of a saucer and stood there in silence. Will looked around the room then ducked out of the range of view from the cameras perched on the walls. He came to a stop once seeing the small but quite large space pod that was long. He came to the side then pressed a button and the door slid open for him.

Will walked into the space pod. His eyes found the equipment featured about the space pod that had been used earlier in the fight against the creature that had taken over their home. It was a road trip filled with rooms at the back end of it and two lone chairs up front where his parents had once been. It had been a place that they had called home for a short while until drifting into territory that they shouldn't have while searching for a place to call home. Home was no where. Home wasn't a place. It was a feeling of safety and certain relief of a journey that was over.

Will looked on toward the rooms then made his way to the side panel and slid open the rack. The laser pistols came down with a clack. He wrapped the laser pistols around a leg band on his legs underneath the comfortable pant legs that were large and baggy enough that it blended in. The uniform that had been handed out by the detention center workers in replacement for his dark blue and orange uniform was perfect in every way. He closed the rack quietly but carefully enough not to draw attention upon his sanctuary.

If the door locked behind Will upon his return then it would have became quickly apparent that he should have brought the weapon in the event of a escape for his family. Had this happen a year ago, that would have been the exact case. His family needed all the space power they could they have on themselves. He looked at the space pod giving it some regard. The ship lacked enough fuel to sufficiently escape the detention center. He turned around then ran out of the space pod but not before closing the door behind him before leaving its vicinity.

"B-9," Will whispered.

B-9 twirled toward Will.

"What is it that you need?"

"Which one of these are slated to stay until tomorrow night,"

"This one," He twirled in the direction of the starship that resembled a rattle with two rounded ends then extended one of his arms out pointing in the direction of the specific vessel. "It is small but roughly the weight and height of your current ship."

"It will do a lot for us," Will said.

"And it is heavily fueled," B-9 replied.

"What is going to happen to our ship?" Will asked.

"Turned into scrap should this vessel be damaged in any way," B-9 said. "Or be turned into a additional patrol vessel."

"If it has to be. . ." Will said. "Direct me to the room."

"Follow me." B-9 said.

Will followed close by the slightly taller machine's side walking back the way that he had came. It was strange to stand side by side with a machine like Robot but almost standing as each other if not for the slightest inches and feet dividing them. His long pitch black tube was slunk back into his chest. B-9 stood in front of Will when a officer passed by them whenever the young boy hid behind looked toward the machine in surprise.

The machine acted as if it were a ordinary day, ordinary task, just a run of the mill with no tension or fear. Drawing no attention to himself when in enemy territory. In some ways, B-9 reminded Will of his normally silent protector carrying on with little reaction to the tension around him and confidence in his movements. The machine directed Will back to the quarters in which housed his family then the boy snuck back in. The doors closed behind him. He waved his hand in front of the door only to realize its prior settings were exactly the same way it had been before. He sat on the edge of the bed then put his back on the cot and fell straight to asleep.