Montage of the clocks hitting zero. And whoosh, a Basestar winks into view. Alarms sound. Tigh curses, and Adama says, "Not this time. Maybe the next." He adds that he's got an idea for the next cycle.
Colonial One. The captain announces that the Cylons have arrived, but their FTL drive is working so they'll jump in a moment. Baltar cringes and reaches out to grab the arm of the empty seat next to him. And then he's holding Six's hand as he grumbles, "Five days now." He says that there are limits to what the human body can take. Six strokes his forehead and an older couple looks at him curiously as Baltar adds, "Those are facts. Provable facts." Baltar pulls his feet up into his seat as he tells anyone who cares, "Everyone has their limit."
Apollo reminds the pilots, "Scatter formation. Keep 'em off the civvies and don't stray beyond the recovery line." The Galactica fires some missiles.
CIC. Tigh snaps at someone who isn't paying attention to a warning light on his controls. The ship shakes a little, and there's a quick shot of a cup of coffee on the main console. Dualla says they were hit on the starboard bow, and sends damage control teams in. Gaeta says that the Basestar has launched Raiders. A whole hell of a lot of Raiders, too. Wowie. They swarm toward the fleet. The Vipers move to intercept. The Basestar launches some missiles, too. Dualla reports that Colonial One is ready to jump. We see it sitting next to the Galactica, and then it winks out as a missile passes through the space it was just occupying. Gaeta adds that all civilian ships have jumped. Adama orders the Vipers back. Apollo announces, "Combat landings," as the Vipers whoosh into the Galactica and slide to a halt. Dualla says that all fighters are aboard. Adama says, "Execute jump." More Raiders and missiles zoom in, and then the Galactica jumps. The Galactica pops into space with the rest of the fleet. Dualla says that all of the civilian ships are accounted for. Adama says they should start the clock. Tigh adds, "And let's start prepping for the next jump." Gaeta starts the clock at thirty-three minutes. Ugh. I think the worst part is they don't even have time to bitch. They should set aside one minute every other jump to say, "Man, oh man, this sure sucks."
Tyrol resets the clock on the flight deck and says, "You have thirty-two minutes, people." Aw, Cally looks rough.