The woman on the phone changes tack; anything to bring her back to life. Laura's hands flutter, like a bird against the glass, frustrated and grateful for this love. "I'll make you a deal. I'll go on the date ... if you'll stop bugging me about this campaign." She laughs, scandalized. "How young is he?" The answer makes her jump in her chair and she protests, but she made a deal. Fairness first and always. "What's Mr. Perfect's name? Oh, Sean, I like that name. Sean what? Sean Ellison? Sounds familiar..." She laughs at herself and puts down the phone, and thinks about her date.
When when he comes to the door, his eyes will be kind. A police officer. She will join the campaign, and fall in love with a married man instead.
Laura settles the wig on her head, a pretty girl for a lovely day; the last day as she breaks all around them. She sits on the sickbay bed, tests her legs. And stands.
Adama: Politics. As exciting as war. Definitely as dangerous.
Roslin: Though in war, you only get killed once. In politics it can happen over and over.
Adama: You're still standing.
Roslin: So are you.
Center on Helo; pilots stand to the right and the Final Five to the right. Behind Karl stand Dealino, and the Marines. He looks at his wife, who stands on the side. Far enough away from his hope and joy that it won't tear her apart.
"No one should feel obligated to join this mission in any way," Bill reiterates, standing on a lifter. He looks so strong. "This is a decision I have made for myself. If it turns out that there are not enough personnel to crew Galactica, I will lead a Raptor assault, with anyone who is willing to join me." Karl watches, and Gaius, and Hoshi. Looking up at the Admiral.
"Let there be no illusions! This is likely to be a one-way trip. So don't volunteer out of sentiment or emotion." He looks out at them. Remember the red line? "There is a line running down this deck." They obligingly spread out, to either side, revealing it, all the way down. "Volunteers, move to the starboard side! Everyone else to the port." He steps down, off the pedestal, and looks at them directly, breathing. Kara is proud. They stare across the lines at each other; Caprica looks across at Gaius, with his women. "Make your choice."
Lee steps forward; Ellen proceeds across the line like a queen, on Saul's arm. Hotdog presents himself. Ishay and Cottle step forward next, and Bill puts his hands on Cottle's shoulders. "Doc, we can't afford to lose a doctor. Go on back, Sherman. And thank you." He obeys, crusty as ever; Caprica moves across the line, and locks eyes with Admiral. Gaius stares. Chief snorts at Tory -- "Like you've got something better to do" -- and guides her across. In another life, they were to be married.