"What do you call these?" Don asked.

"Spider pods," West said

"Spider pods, hah, that's really creative," Don said.

"Space pods really doesn't suit them," West said.

"That's a lot more than we have on the Jupiter." Judith said. "we have one."

"One lousy spider pod?" West asked. "You are really left out." he leaned against the panel. "It's unfortunate how we were haven't been able to apply this new technology to the ship."

"You could really use this getting from place to place," Don said.

"It's not how fast you get there," West said. "the real journey is the friends you make along the way."

"How many have you made?" Don asked.

"Since I have been getting my act together, a lot more," West said. "A lot more."

Don looked at the space craft.

"If it were any sister or dark looking, I wouldn't call it a spider pod," Don said.

"What would you call it?" West asked.

"A bad space pod," Don said.

"Uh huh," West said, patting on the panel with a laugh. "Make sure you bring back this spider pod safe and sound. Will you?"

"We tend to bring space pods back rather intact," Don said. "If any scars, just little scratches from the landing."

"Sure you don't need help learning to operate this thing?" West asked.

"I am the best pilot in the galaxy," Don said. "I can pilot anything."

"Not just everything," Maureen said, raising her brows as she leaned forward out of the space pod.

"That was too complex," Don said. "It required a squid to operate it." He had a laugh. "I'm a quick learner, Mr Wickles. Not unless you've got a big red button for self destruct."

"We don't," West said.

"Then we're pretty safe," Don said. "Smith is going to regret giving us the scare like that. We thought he was dead until the Robot did a quick scan."

"What did he find?" West asked.

"His pocket knife," Don slid it out. "It can be a number of things. Not just that."

West raised his eyebrows up, briefly, then lowered them.

"Consider yourself lucky, Major," West said. "Doctor Smith spoke highly of you."

"I wonder why he would say something like that," he slid it back into his pocket. It occurred to Don. "Oh. . . he thought he wasn't coming back."

"He was under that impression," West said. "Certainly thought it was best for everyone."

"Honestly? I can't blame him for thinking that had Will died," Don said. "Penny was so upset when she came back. She was a mess. Penny helped The Robot get Will out of there then carried he carried him back to the Jupiter in his arms. Will was bloody. Really bloody." Don shuddered then shook his head. "All I saw was red and I wanted to kill Smith. Before he went under, Will asked if Smith was okay. We all think The Robot said the wrong thing telling him that he did not see Smith's heat signature from the other side of the cave." West nodded in understanding that slowly turned to 'oh no'. "It's a miracle Will was hanging on by a thread. Maureen and Judy stitched him up the best way they could. I can't help and feel things would have gone smoother had Smith been there to take care of it." The radiating glow became brighter almost blinding him in a way.

"It makes sense," West said. "Why he lost his color."

"Enlighten me," Don said.

"Metaphorically, Doctor Smith died back in that cave," West said, getting a frown in return. "That is why the Robot didn't detect his heat signature."

"You mean to tell me that cave is capable of doing things?" Don asked. "Whatever he is feeling. . . It changes him to what he feels? A undead Smith is worse than a living Smith."

"I mean to say whichever part of the universe you're from. . . it makes you glow," West said. "That glow means something else on that corner of the universe. Like hope."

"I am not glowing," Don said.

"Yes, you are," West said.

"I don't see the difference," Don said.

"Have you seen the cartoon film Hercules?" West asked.

"Yes," Don said. "It's a good movie."

"That's what you are to me," West said. "You're glowing like a real life god." Don looked at West strangely.

"You make me sound immortal," Don said.

"Isn't that what hope is?" West asked. "It's like diamonds except it can be buried by dirt."

Don tilted his head with a pause as though he were considering the reply. He raised a brow then lowed it down.

"I have to go," Don said, going up toward the door.

Don brushed past Maureen heading in the direction of the console.

"Tell Mr Rogers thanks for the coordinates," Maureen said, peeking out of the space pod. "And for the food rations."

"It's the least we can do," Will said, then came to West's side. "I had fun playing chess with him."

"More like having fun moving the pieces while he didn't respond," West said, with a laugh placing his hand on Will's shoulder.

"His eyes told me what he wanted to do," Will said.

"You won't need to come after us," Maureen said. "We can take care of ourselves."

"Who said we will?" West asked. "We are not interested in going after people."

Maureen closed the door behind her then it clicked behind her. The pod floated up from the ground propelled by the four legs as the two continued their wave. The door to the hangar bay opened waiting for the space to exit. The energized field blocking oxygen was up only letting the space pod to be the only thing that exited. Will lowered his hand to his side.

"They're going to die," Will said.

"Not a chance," West said.

Will looked up toward Don as John and Tomlinson, the other Professor Robinson, came toward them.

"I have a funny feeling that this is not the last of the Robinsons we've seen," Tomlinson said.

"They're going without protectionary gear or back up, they can't survive space like that," Will said.

"They've been out in space for five years, son," John said. "They are survivors. Just like we are."

"Just more bold," Tomlinson said. "Not afraid to risk rescuing one of their own when they can."

"We can get the Robot out of storage," West said. "Shame he can't meet his counterpart."

"There's a good chance the other Robot is going to want his treads," Judith said.

"Robots don't get jealous," West said, earning a laugh from the rest of the Robinsons. "He is not programmed for that."

"Robot went beyond his programming a long time ago," Will said, watching the doors closing behind the vanishing space pod. "I'll get him!"

Will ran off.

"Is it just me, or is not shocking that she is a doctor rather than a professor?" Tomlinson asked. "In biochemistry of all things."

"No, my wife," John said, wrapping his hand around her waist. "It's not. You're a very intelligent woman."

A smile grew on Tomlinson's face looking up toward her loving partner.