Adama assures Lee that the President is just going through a rough patch, and will return his calls someday when she's not freaking the hell out. His belief that this moment is coming, and soon, is very compelling. Lee finally gives in, but reminds his dad that she's going to need to take a position on the Thirteenth Colony thing PDQ. He leaves, and Bill calls her quarters.
The phone rings, and she ignores it, laying out her pills one by one. She's wearing her wig and ignoring the phone. Six little piles. She looks at the wall for awhile, wondering which is braver, and then tosses her little piles in the trash. She stands very still, and then knocks a bottle off the table, then all the bottles, until her desk is empty. She raises a glass of water and drinks it down, and breathes, and takes another drink, and smiles to herself: Things are about to get very good.
Laura stretches against Bill's wall in gym gear and kerchief, smiling and groaning with it. "If we can sway public opinion towards us -- or, at least not against us -- he thinks that Zarek and the Quorum can be handled." Laura verbally shrugs that he's probably right, and laughs to herself about how stiff her body has become. She's opening up, like a flower. When she turns her back on him to stretch the other side, he asks when her next treatment will be, and she rolls her eyes at herself for lying, too afraid to tell him the truth. He knows; on some level he knows she's lying when she says tomorrow.
"Good. Lee thinks -- and I agree with him -- that you should address the Fleet." Looking at her back, he can't see how terrified the words make her. "Make a public declaration that an alliance with the Cylons is critical for our long-term survival." Well, well. I didn't think Adama would flip on the Thirteenth Colony so easily. No, I guess I did, but it's cool that he immediately just says it like that. Laura asks for more time, and starts doing her lunges. His tone changes. "We need you, Laura. I know that you're tired, but we need you." She knows what he means, and promises him she understands, and kicks him out. "Go!" she flirts, and he smiles, and asks her not to overdo it. She laughs, and says goodbye. The euphoria is hitting.