John had a strange dream that started off as odd and strange as once. One moment, he was in the Chariot with Don and got out just as he had time and time before then headed toward the Jupiter 2. Her white hulls stained by breaking through atmosphere and the wear and tear of being in space, scrapes, bruises, scarring that didn't pose any harm. It made her a lot more decorated and she showed her scars as a warrior trying to keep the people she cared about alive and well. A part of Maureen was in that ship, her soul, the way she designed it, and had it constructed and each one for that matter.

He was walking into the lower half of the ship then it slowly morphed into a different room entirely with a colorful interior. He sensed, felt, that it was himself walking through the ship. He traveled directly to a dark blue door then slid it open. For a moment, Judy flashed before his eyes as did Will on a bed - The unconscious child with strawberry blonde hair made his heart leap- then they vanished replaced by complete strangers.

"Any signs that Will is going to wake up soon?" A deep, clear, rich voice - that didn't belong to him- asked.

A young blonde woman shook her head as she turned her attention up to him.

"He could wake up any time," The blonde said. "I feel that he will." She looked back down grasping at his hand. "Tomorrow."

John looked down back toward the boy resting on the bed with fluids entering here and there through tubes.

"How is his health doing, Judy?" He scoured his mind, the voice was familiar, but strange and his mind hit a pillar in recognition as his mind leaped back to a old holomovie from the 1990's featuring a man with that voice. His memory flashed to the segment from The Mask of Zorro featuring the grayed older man sword fighting with skill and a roar applause from the audience in the theater in the re-release with his father. A voice belong to a actor by the name of Guy Williams.

This time, he wasn't speaking as a older Zorro. He was speaking as John Robinson. The other John Robinson. But, his shoulders felt different. Weighed with responsibility but tired, exhausted, and thoroughly in need of a rest. Yet, he kept a facade that wasn't tired standing up before her eyes.

It was Judy sitting before his eyes across from her younger sibling. She turned her attention on to him.

"By the looks of it," Judy said. "I am not a doctor-"

"But?" John lifted a brow.

"He is doing well." Judy said. "If I were a doctor then I would know more to be worried about." She shrugged. "Maybe, I would know." She shook her head. "Medicine was never my strong suit."

"Now it has to be," John said. "Do you regret going out there with us? Instead of chasing a career of being a artist?"

Judy shook her head then smiled.

"I wouldn't trade this adventure for going back to Earth,"" Judy said. "For Gamma. . . I would."

John nodded in agreement.

"Will is guiding him back," John said. "It won't be long."

"Just another week," Judy said.

John's gaze lifted up from the boy then toward Judy.

"He will be back up and running," John said. "It's late, Judy. Where is Penny?"

"I told her to sleep," Judy said. "She needs the extra two hours. She has been worrying about Debbie."

"Debbie. . ." John said. "That bloop is a handful." John laughed leaning against the frame of the doorway folding his arms then broadly grinned. "I wouldn't be surprised of Doctor Smith and Robot left her behind."

"If we got them back instead of her," Judy said. "Having them back; it would still be good."

"They will be back." John said. "We just don't know then." He looked back down toward Will toward Judy. "How about you hit the hay?"

"But-"

"I haven't done my shift with Will," John said.

"You have been mining essentially till your bones have gotten dry, neanderthal. You are in no condition to be on shift."

John raised his brows.

"Now, who is talking like Doctor Smith?" John teased then they laughed at once then beckoned her on. "Get some sleep before you find yourself channeling him."

Judy nodded then got up and walked on past him. John turned toward her watching her go. She was greeted by his Don then Don was replaced by someone else. Someone different from the Don that he had known and he appeared to be so young and optimistic and more of a man from a period piece than a man of their era. Different faces, different people. But, perhaps not as much; he watched Don hug Judy.

Their figures were replaced by the couple that he knew with Don holding her in his arms. They stood still together for a complete few minutes across from the entrance of the ship. The image was replaced by the period pieces of the Don and the Judy of this universe that backed off then went into the lab holding hands. Lab? He wondered how he knew about that. He turned his attention upon the room then walked in.

He brought the chair closer to the bedside of his son leaving the door half-way open then sat down. He looked over sensing a presence, where he saw his wife, his version, carrying a chair by the handle in one hand then joined his side and watched as she was replaced by a woman from a age old movie he watched as a child, Laddie, featuring her. She was young and well aging. His wife, kind, radiating of hope, and content. Instead of yearning for space, discontented, and not as radiant.

"How is our son?" Maureen asked.

"He is doing well." John replied.

Maureen put her hand on John's hand.

"Will must have a far difficult time getting him back." Maureen said, concerned.

"You can't lead a horse to water and expect it to drink," John said. "But he is doing it vaguely and the pieces aren't there for Smith to fully find out the path back."

"I feel it is going to take a long while getting back to us," Maureen said.

"To us," John said. "It won't be long." he turned his attention from Maureen on to Will. "To him, it will be."

John lunged forward feeling sweat coming down his skin.

"John?"

John looked down toward Maureen.

"I had the strangest dream. It wasn't a nightmare. But, we were back. Except, we weren't quite back. It was the other us," He shook his head. "And I felt different."

"How different?" Maureen lifted herself up.

"Will was in a coma," John said. "And everyone was worried in their own ways."

"Just a dream, John." Maureen turned to her side and fell back to sleep.

"I hope it is." John looked down toward Maureen then looked out the window to their shared tent toward the stars visibly bothered and concerned for the Robinsons. "But, I feel it isn't."