Two weeks in flight after making their getaway had came and went just like that fleeing from their would be captors. Each day that crept back from the Robinsons, they watched from the back window as the giant starship grow smaller before their eyes. It was almost as if the ship was in idle mode and the crew of the ship inside were determining how to best remove the cannons without damaging the ship and it's systems even further. It became a distant specter once they were flying through the atmosphere of the planet. The shuttle crashed with a loud roar into the landscape and the family grasped on to their seatbelts.

Locksmith was bound in his bed by transplanted velcro straps keeping him during the descent down. Debbie was in the same closet as before with a impromptu seat belt strapped around her waist as the shuttle shook from side to side in a violent manner. The Robinsons were in their safety chairs that had been forged from the crashed ship in their crew room waiting for the landing to end. Don looked on toward the cliff edge ahead then spotted a large cluster of trees ahead.

A chance!

Don veered the ship in the direction of the trees over the screaming of the Robinsons.

"Hold on to your butts!"

Don braced himself for the landing and squeezed his eyes shut. The shuttle crested against the large trees and the branches with a loud thud. The ship became still and everyone was holding their breath. Soon, one at a time, the family began to open their eyes and breathe. Breathing was good. Don was the first of the crew to unbuckle then hurl himself toward the back end of the craft shouting, "Debbie! Are you alright?"

"Everyone okay?" Maureen asked.

"A little out of breath," Judy said. "Asides to that; just fine."

Will went to the door, once sliding into his uniform, spacesuit, helmet, then slid it aside.

"Will! Be careful!" Penny said.

"It's pretty thick." Will said, stepping through the secondary doorway then closed the door behind him and smiled with a wave. "I'll be fine."

He carefully navigated through the tree bark and traveled through the area. He climbed further up the trees then came to a pause looking out through the space ahead of him seeing a entire forest laying beneath the cliff. Will clung a arm along a long tree branch staring at it in awe. He stared at in awe admiring the landscape and the path that lead out of the large crater. Locksmith stumbled out of the craft then crashed on to a tree branch with a cry. Will turned away from the forest line then spotted the older man in a new spacesuit left clinging on to a tree branch with a tremble.

"Are you okay, Doctor Locksmith?"

"Perfect, my dear boy. A little frightened is all."

Will turned away then came after the older man.

"You can relax." Will said, soothingly. "We're in a tree and all there is tree branches."

Locksmith opened his eyes then looked down.

"Oh sweet heavens!" Locksmith closed his eyes. "I am scared!"

"Take my hand and I will guide you to the ground." Will said.

Locksmith flailed his hand out then Will caught it with a tremble then guided the man out through the pathway made by the trees. The other members of the family came out of the ship then hopped down onto the edge then walked off. A sudden crack came from behind John then Will and Locksmith froze in their tracks.

Will looked down toward the tree branch spotting the front half that he was on was ready to fall. Maureen turned away from John with widened eyes facing the young boy. John held his hand out in a pause formation then stopped Maureen from going after the boy.

"Ww-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-what was that?"

"Keep your eyes closed."

"What was it, what was it, what was it?"

John lowered his hand then beckoned the young boy on.

"It was the trees. Go slowly. We are going to get out of here."

Locksmith's eyes opened then he shrieked and stumbled back falling into the crook of a tree.

"Be careful, son." John said. "Careful."

Will looked down toward the frightened older man then looked on toward his parents and back toward the older man digging his fingers into the tree.

"I will." Will turned his attention upon his father then began to go on.

The tree staggered down then Will stayed still.

"Sanctuary!" Locksmith shrieked bolting into the tree.

Will's eyes were fixated on his family.

"I'm coming, Will." John said. "This will be over in five minutes."

"Really?"

"Really."

John climbed up the tree then navigated his way through tree finding for weak points by putting his boot on the ground and seeing if it gave away further. The Robinsons's hearts were racing watching with certain tension as the marine climbed through. John edged closer and closer toward Will then reached a hand out for him. Will embraced his father then there was a small crack beneath them.

It was completely still for a singular moment. John's eyes slightly widened then they ran as the tree started to fall. Will was shoved off the edge then grasped on to a spare tree root over his mothers scream. And John bolted into the large hole in the tree over the screaming coming from the older man and held on to long vines growing from the walls. Locksmith shrieked as the tree rolled down letting go of the shuttle craft that came to a pause at the edge battered and cracked all over behind it.

Locksmith was holding on to a natural made handle from the wall as he continued to shriek. John watched as the scenery outside rolled and briefly became blocked by the foliage over the sound of trees falling loudly, the sound of tree bark breaking with a sharp crack, then closed his eyes bracing for the secondary crash. The tree came to a pause and the men were panting. John was halfway out of the hole and halfway in, puzzled, blinking as he saw to his astonishment a large moose staring at him munching on grass. He looked over spotting the older man clinging on to the handle staring at him fright.

"Doctor," John said. "We've stopped now."

"Have we really stopped out of danger?"

"Yes."

"Ah, thank heavens!" The older man relaxed. "Are you alright?"

John looked down then spotted a trail of blood.

"I have a puncture wound from the crash."

The older man leaped over him then scanned him.

"Hmmm." The older man's frightened demeanor was gone replaced by a calm and professional demeanor. "Minor by the looks of it. Does it hurt to breathe?"

"No." John shook his head.

"Then lift yourself up."

"We don't know if this planet has acceptable oxygen." John said. "I could die."

Locksmith slid up his own helmet then took in a breath and exhaled then grinned.

"Oxygen rich." Locksmith said. "No need to fear, oxygen is here!"

Locksmith slid off the gear then tore of a long black sleeve then helped the man out of the tree hole and laid him down.

"Thank you." John said.

He took off his jacket then the younger man's gear was slid off with care.

"This should stop the bleeding for the time being. " Locksmith applied the black sleeve against the injury. "It is only a minor wound."

"Is it deep?" John winced.

"Not deep," Locksmith applied pressure to the wound.

"Phew." John was relieved.

"It shall be fine in a few moments."

John raised a brow.

"Not a long term injury to be worried about, is it?"

"Not at all." Locksmith assured then John lowered his brow and winced.

"That is good news." John said. "Shit. It stings."

Locksmith looked over spotting the distant figures of the family coming down the cliff using the natural made cliff.

"On the bright side, we will be having visitors and a doctor with the necessary medical equipment to treat your wound."

"They are okay?" John asked.

Locksmith nodded, curtly.

"Fine, but are likely frightened about your well being." The older man patted on his shoulder. "Rest, dear John." was added with a smile. "You are in safe hands."

"Doctor. . ." John started.

"Yes?" Locksmith said.

"Two weeks ago, that droid machine stared you and gave a beam of light into your eyes." John said. "Could that be connected to your stomach troubles? Did that crash make it worse?"

"It is kidney stones," Locksmith assured. "Hardly connected at all." He shook his head. "And no, it did not."

Assured, his heart returning to a regular heart beat, John fell asleep against the tree log across from the tree that was left on the side.

Locksmith leaned against the wooden log grasping against his stomach, lowering his head down, clenching on to the tree bark.

"The pain. . . the pain."