Ellen walks with Tory, continuing the news. "Of course, knowing where the Colony is, is not nearly the same thing as being able to actually get her out." Tory shivers: this is insane. She loved that little girl until it broke her heart. She's never been the same. The Final Five theme soars, up against the light; it becomes something grander. "What I know is that Hera has some meaning that transcends the here and now," Ellen says. "She's meant to fulfill a role, just as we were."
And Ellen is looking Bill right in the eye. "You don't wanna frak with me, Bill. Try to remember that." And Bill is calm, and full of rage. "Don't frak with me either, Ellen." She doesn't know how else to do things.
And Laura is snorting lovingly at Lee. "You actually think that woman is a Cylon?" And he's shrugging, with a smile. "Well, if she's not, then we're all in a lot of trouble."
"So we're going," she says, in that motherly way. "The Five of us." Tory snits about it, but she doesn't really have much fight left in her at this point. "Oh, you're making decisions for all of us now?" she says, but it's just obligatory. She already knows Ellen's right. She puts her arm around her, this forgotten, amnesiac sister, this girl with a list, this girl who murdered to keep her forgotten family safe, and Ellen grins. "You'll go, Tory. Truth is, you never could be alone."
They pass by Lee on the phone, and the tracking shot lingers: they're setting the mutineers free, for a strictly volunteer mission. He's surprised at his father; he's incapable at this point of being surprised by his father.
And down in CIC, Tigh's telling them it's time to go to the hangar deck. "Set in-port watch until you get back. Watch Keepers report to the Admiral's Quarters to declare yourselves in person. Move!" As they walk, he asks Hoshi what he's going to do; Hoshi's not sure. He loved a Keeper of the Watch, once. "Well, take your time," Saul grits affectionately. "Takes approximately four minutes to get down there."
Helo's bouncing in excitement, in the Agathon quarters. "It's really happening! We're going after her!" Athena's still crying. "Or what's left of her. Cavil's probably had her sliced and diced and cut up into a thousand specimens..." Karl begs his wife to stop, stop thinking it, stop saying it. Come back to him. But she put the photograph on the wall herself. "Just stop it, okay? She's still alive, and she's still out there. And we're gonna get her. And everything's gonna be all right." This is why she loves him. It's not enough. "You're wrong," he says, backing away from her. She lies crumpled on the rack; this is her prison now.