"Hera lives," says Three. "Your daughter Hera is alive. Your new friends tell you that?" Sharon flips back into a momentary flashback of Hera's birth, and her death. "They faked her death, and they hid her from you." Sharon isn't buying: "You could say anything... " But Three interrupts, all on fire with prophecy: "Oh, I had dreams. I had strange dreams. I was having strange dreams that made me question my faith. Made me question God. And in the dreams, there was a human Oracle, so I went to see Dodona Selloi." Sharon steadfastedly ignores her. "I'm not going to kill you, but I'm going to wound you, so you can't warn the others." Very polite, and even more polite to tell her the plan upfront. "The Oracle said that the fruit borne of two peoples is still alive, that Hera lives, and I would hold her in my arms, and I will know true love." But this is the part that just kills: "Put down the gun, and when I find her you can hold her too." There's a second, a split-second, and then Sharon shoots her in the knees: "Adama wouldn't lie to me." Three goes down, and it's horrible, and as Sharon's leaving she screams after her: "You're wrong. You're wrong!" What can you do? She's right. Sucks.
Sharon hands over the launch keys to Chief and notes that given the data, the ships on the ground still have enough tylium to make at least one jump. "Congratulations, by the way. I heard it's a boy." Chief's like, "Oh, right." She asks the son's name, and he stutters: "Uh, Nicolas. After Cally's grandfather." Her voice goes small. "Hey, Chief? You remember when you helped Helo spread Hera's ashes?" He nods, sadly. "You actually saw the ashes?" He's confused: "Yeah. Of course. Why?" She looks at no place in particular, with a sliver in her heart. "Nothing. Just make sure Cally never lets her kid out of her sight." She wanders away, fighting back tears.
Helo enters Adama's office on Galactica and informs him that the Listening Raptor just jumped back to say that Sharon got the launch keys. He leaves with a smile and Adama very intensely punches the table joyfully. Here we go.