"I know there's pain," says Biers, "but breathe -- ride through it. You're going to be okay. Trust me." Sharon's hands are shackled. Again, there are three women present for the rebirth: self-sufficient, older model Biers; loving, sexual, triumphant Six; little sister/fighter/mother Sharon. I didn't get Starbuck at Hera's birth later, but I'll make do with this. Biers: "You're in God's hands. We're all here with you. That's it." Sharon coughs and retches, and Biers continues in her soothing tone. "This will pass. Trust me. Everything's gonna be all right." Six smiles lovingly: "Welcome home, sister. We're here. We're going to take care of you." At Natasi's resurrection ceremony twenty-six weeks ago, it was the Boomer that was closer, a Six standing a bit further back; this time, their positions have changed -- I guess it's traumatic enough without having a you all up in your grill. Doral stands by, so proud. I wonder if he's there for the same reason as the shackles: I imagine that since Sharons are always a little buggy -- it was a non-sleeper Sharon that turned on them recently -- you want to be extra-very-careful with a sleeper one. The Sharon attending is wearing the same lovely shirt, with ruffles and such. I wonder if this as momentous, as ceremonial a thing as we'd probably assume? Given the way they all go around constantly pronouncing things as God's Will and stuff, you think they'd like the pomp. The Sharon standing by smiles down, full of love and care: "We love you." The acting is great from her, this terrible desire to help Sharon, to calm her, to make her believe that they're all there for her and that they love her. The pain of being rejected. Sharon in the tank starts to scream ("Noooooooooooo!") and the camera pulls up, up, up until the glowing birth tank is just a blip. Very "sci-fi," but well done. Credits. 49,579 souls in the Fleet, and then an ad for Dr. Who, coming to Sci-Fi, in this timeslot once the season is over in two weeks, two episodes a week for two weeks and one thereafter for the full fourteen episodes. If, um, if that interests you at all.
Now, on "present day Cylon-occupied Caprica," Six is on a bench watching some Centurions planting a tree. I tried to work out all the time stuff so that this would all make sense -- that the action at the end of the episode was mark, and the nine months and ten weeks counted back from that and not necessarily from our main storyline, but that doesn't work either. So who knows. Also, where are they? Wouldn't this be Delphi, like Kara's apartment? Caprica City was encrapulated. Imaginary Gaius sits beside Six, pissing all over every happy thought she can muster, as Cylons walk around, dressed identically, Boomers in jackets and Leobens in rust and Dorals in emerald. Lest it distract you for the rest of the episode, I'll tell you right now that it's no use wondering how they can tell each other apart, because even asking the question makes you a total racist. "I was thinking it symbolized rebirth, a new beginning," Six smiles at Baltar lovingly, laying her head down along an arm. He turns, whip-quick, angry as hell: "It's a memorial. Do you know how many people died in this park during the attack?" Six just plays with his hair, sleepy with the pleasure of being with him, here. "How many people in this park alone?" he presses.