Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He'll read this!
But we don't want to go back to Earth, Dr. Smith. We want to go to Alpha Centauri!
Close to our present position, there appears to be a planet...
get back in the ship...
I'm on your side.
Someone had to protect our little friend, my boy.
It's pulling us!
Turn left.
- Oxygen? - Low. 5.4.
Gosh.
[ Electrical Hum ]
They're not replying.
including our, uh, increasingly annoying extra passenger, Dr. Smith.
[ Will ] Feel that heat. The comet's closer.
Picked this up instead.
every last contact in it is as familiar to me as my own name?
And deny me the simple pleasure I have derived...
- [ Will's Voice Echoing ] Dad! - Will?
Oh, sorry. I forgot about you, Doctor.