Blinking light is getting bigger. Is this a ship? Maybe a seaplane? I can't tell in the dark, but whatever it is, it's coming closer to the shore. Did someone find us? Hello, Rup on the cliff! They can't hear us up here, Leo. Daddy? I mean, it can't hurt if they have listening equipment. Help, hello! Hello, we're here, please, help us! A fire! We need to build a fire to signal them.

I'll start collecting wood! I'll take care of the wood. I've got two good hands. My hand is not that bad, but fine. As the flashing light came closer, ringing the hope of rescue, I was already imagining being back home. Just in time for school to be starting again.

My perfect middle school attendance record intact.

But once again, life had other plans.

What was that?

Whatever it was, it just crashed into the rocks.

The ship crashed? We'd have to go help them, right? I thought they were here to help us.

Can you see anything, Dad?

Blood is still blinking.

Wait, that beacon is not just blinking.

It's sending a message. It's Morse code.

A message for us?

Yes.

What's the matter?

What's it saying?

The message says, welcome Robinson's. Welcome?

Welcome to what?

What is it?

Jake, that's the message you guys saw from the helicopter when you first arrived at the research platform.

I programmed it.

You programmed it?

To welcome you.

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