Bill holds her, tightly, on the floor; Saul helps Ellen up. Kara's hand is still on the jump key as Galactica's systems come back online. Kara pulls herself to standing. Caprica, still supporting Athena after all this damage. Laura assures Bill she's fine, and he turns his attention to the other lady, asking Saul for a sitrep. Saul looks at Ellen before obeying Bill's order, for the first time in their lives. She nods, and tells him she's okay. Galen sits against a bulkhead, a murderer and the man who ended resurrection forever, after another man with his face spent years creating it. The higher power the Five were capable of evoking, connecting to, communing with: gone, forever. To thunderous applause.
"She's broke her back," Saul says. "She'll never jump again." He shakes his head, winking out a tear for her as she groans around them. "Wherever we are is where we're gonna stay," Bill says, and Laura looks up lovingly at her: "Where have you taken us, Kara?"
Galactica slides across the atmosphere of the moon, Luna, green cheese and all; rising over her horizon is the Earth, our Earth, yours and mine: Africa in the middle, framed in blue. A Raptor is sent to the rendezvous, and twelve hours later the Fleet jumps in. A Raptor cascades along Galactica's flank, over her and down to the rolling fields of grass. It's lovely. It looks like Caprica, the day Helo gave up his life for Gaius Baltar's. Hoshi crouches toward a line of men, lying on their tummies below a low ridge, staring out through binoculars: Saul, Cottle, Bill, and Hoshi settles easily between him and Gaius. "Glad you could join us, Admiral," Bill says, and Hoshi hands him back his pips, uncomfortable with the Admiralty.
Gaius gestures toward a group of humanoids walking across the landscape. "Well, there you have it, Admiral. The most advanced civilization we could locate on this planet." He hands them over to Bill, continuing: "I can't see them talking to each other, so either they communicate a different way or they're preverbal. Judging by the look of their tools, which are rudimentary to say the least, I'd suggest that we've found an early, ritualistic, tribal society." Bill's eyes are shocking blue, on this new planet. "They bury their dead," continues Cottle. "I came across a grave a couple of klicks back and ran some tests. Their DNA is compatible with ours." Meaning we can breed with them, Gaius says, and Bill grumbles, "You got a one-track mind, Doc." Hoshi smiles, but Gaius gets pissy: "What? Listen, I'm talking about the survival of the human race, actually, not some get together with the natives..." Grass underneath you and the sun on your back. "You also have no sense of humor," Bill continues, and Saul giggles. Cottle loves it, of course, and Gaius feels like a spaz, apologizing. They talk about how unlikely it is that human beings would naturally evolve on a planet so far from the Colonies, and Gaius goes, "One might even say there was a divine hand at work," which, isn't that him? Hoshi looks at him and Bill says that it doesn't really matter. This is where they're staying, with their new families.