Dead but still tangible proof: the body of Hera, Six and Baltar's imaginary child. Sharon weeps, holding onto Helo's hand for dear life, her knuckles white: "I don't understand. She was doing so well!" Cottle is even grumpier when he's lying: "No, she wasn't. I tried to tell you that. Her lungs never fully developed. She finally went into respiratory distress. We couldn't get her intubated in time. We lost her. I'm sorry." Sharon weeps, protesting that she should have been there, and reaching into the incubator to touch Hera. Helo tries to get her somewhat together, pointing out that she's lost a lot of blood, but there's no calming Mommy Sharon. "You murdered her," she grits at Cottle, her face twisted with rage. Helo tries to chill her out, but no dice. Sharon: "Who ordered it? Adama? The President? Who?" Cottle bravely leans down, to comfort her: "I don't kill patients. We did the best we could, but she's dead." Helo watches, swallowing it all. "And that's all there is to it," Cottle concludes. He stands and looks at Helo. "I should be able to release the ashes to you in a few hours," he says, and Sharon goes apeshit: "Murderer," she groans, and stands, taking Cottle by the throat. So scary! "Die!" Sharon is pulled off Cottle immediately, screaming, "You're all murderers! You're all murderers!," as Cottle, still coughing, asks the Marines politely to escort Sharon back to the brig. Helo watches. Sharon screams, on her way out, "Give me my baby!" and it's heartbreaking in the chaos. Helo and Cottle just look at each other, grieving their way.