Ready room. Apollo's busily fussing over the flight assignments board as Adama enters. Adama looks at Apollo for a minute and finally sighs, "I gave the order. It was my responsibility." Apollo looks down and finally says, "I pulled the trigger. That's mine."
The Prez is staring into space. Literally, even. Through a window. She slowly turns as Billy tries to get her attention, and apologetically asks what he was saying. Billy reports that it's been twenty-four hours without any more Cylon attacks. He adds, "At least you know it was the right choice." The Prez repeats, "The right choice..." She tells him she'd like some time alone, and Billy starts to leave, then hesitates. The Prez asks what's up. Billy glances at the Whiteboard of Extinction and says that he's got an update for it. The Prez calmly asks how many to subtract, but Billy smiles, "Actually, you can add one. A baby was born this morning on the Rising Star. A boy." The Prez asks, "A baby?" No, a puppy. What did he just say? The Prez doesn't change expression, but thanks Billy, who exits.
Cut to the Prez changing the count to 47,973. She turns and this smile slowly spreads across her face like she's fighting to hold it back, and she's almost crying, and just adorable. Fade out.
Production card: Moore starts to make a suggestion, and Eick beats his face in with a baseball bat. It was a simpler time.