"Oh, the pain. . . the pain."

Will rolled a eye.

"It can't be all that bad, Doctor Smith," Will said walking around the astrogator. "We have each other."

"William, I am not in my fifties anymore!" Smith cried, clenching his hand. "It is you who is going to be in pain and . . ." his blue, aged eyes drifted toward the Robot. "Him." He turned his attention onto the younger man.

"Robot, how much food do we have in the food pantry?" Will asked.

"There is no food," The Robot said.

"Speaking of food, that piece of junk promised us food," Smith said. "He lied to us!"

"It had happened so quickly that he could not uphold his promise, Doctor Smith," The Robot said. "One by one members of the Robinsons party vanished, including the junk man, who acted as though nothing was happening. Perhaps there was nothing happening but there was something happening to us."

"Like we were slowly being transported. . . " Will said.

"Affirmative," The Robot replied.

"But that doesn't explain the Jupiter 2 being in space when we got here," Will said.

"The Robinsons believed you had gone off to the Jupiter 2 another way," the Robot said. "As they were leaving the planet, the Jupiter 2 and I were taken away. Chances are, they were returned to the junk yard planet during the commotion. How and why we were transported does not compute."

"Course it does not compute to you, you neanderthal ninny!" Smith replied. "Your sensors are old and obsolete!"

"My sensors are strong and young compared to you, you quack!" Smith's eyes grew big at the last part.

"Bury the hatchet you two," Will said, standing between the two with his hands on their chests.

"Fine," Smith said, turning away.

"Fine," The Robot said, folding his accordion arms.

"Robot, is there a nearby planet where we can get supplies?" Will asked.

"Affirmative," The Robot said. "According to my sensors there are several space stations that are three days away from each other."

"The nearest one is three days away," Will said.

"Affirmative," The Robot said. "The planet is right behind us."

"How convenient," Smith remarked.

"Dad might have enough diamonds to cover for our little trip at the store," Will said. "I'll set the course in. Looks like all that training . . . Looks like I get to pilot the ship after all."

"Not alone," The Robot said. "Not alone, Will Robinson." The Robot placed a red claw on the younger man's shoulder.

Smith briefly closed his eyes, painfully, leaning against the astrogator as the cold and hard reality set in then rubbed his face sliding his hand down with a face of regret.

"We got each other," Will said. "We will get to Alpha Centauri one way or another."

"The two of you will," Smith turned in their direction then looked off toward the cryostasis pods. "I may have to take the trip the short way."

The Robot laughed then leaned forward.

"Negative." The Robot straightened himself up. "Doctor Smith, as unlikable as this situation is, you must make the best of it."

"I will," Will said, with a nod then turned toward the console to the pilot's seat.

"I don't like being reminded of my mortality, booby," Smith whispered, facing the robot holding on to his hand. "Back then I didn't need to think about it."

"You are worried about him," The Robot replied in a whisper. "Do not be."

Smith nodded then briefly closed his eyes, emotional.

"I can try," Smith said, then looked off toward the piloting young boy as the Robot shifted toward the younger man.