Five clumsy Raptors fly them back to the Basestar, like ambassadors going home, with a coterie: coughing deckhands; sharp, nasty Vipers; sharp, nasty pilots, with death in their eyes. Humanity covers her glorious deck like an infection, swarming everywhere you look with their dead machines and stupid, silent motherboards; the beeping and the vulgar flashing and the words that blink across. They crawl across her flesh like a colony of ants, devouring. Grimy hands touch everything; they crash and muddle and take up space. Taking five to do the job of one or two, and always the screeching shrieks of them: Their conversations, inefficient, ring out across that smooth expanse in a thousand ugly voices, every one of them different. Every single one of them alone, calling out across that vast and lovely space to each other, like lonely, angry beasts in the night. And in the middle of that cacophony and jumbled, ugly movement, the three rebels are very small indeed. They've invited death into the only home they ever knew. It is very loud.

"In thirty-six hours, the Colonies will unite forces with insurgent rebel Cylons and their leader in an unprecedented joint military operation to destroy the Cylons' ability to download into... blah blah blah," Zarek smirks. He lives for this. The Quorum is shocked. Reza stares at Lee, and Zarek asks why the Quorum wasn't consulted. After all, Adama is the Delegate from Caprica. He's the Admiral's son; shouldn't he know? "I'm sorry," Lee says. Not "I am not in charge of anything" or "I am not a fucking lobbyist" or "I am not a spy," no: "I'm in the dark as much as all of you," he says, like a boy with a bright shiny medal, who just today told the President of the Colonies what it was all about. Who just forced out of her the biggest news Gaius ever blared. Zarek is kinda fed up. In the dark is not where Lee was meant to be.

Galen sighs, in the Tool Room. "You know, if they unbox the D'Annas, at least we'll find out who the fifth one is..." Tigh growls. "All that's gonna do is crowd the airlock a little more." The Colonel asks him if he thinks they're going to give him a bright shiny medal when they find out what he is. Everybody stares and thinks about how they totally promised not to have these meetings where they get together and act shady and talk about what huge fucking Cylons they are, and yet here they are doing it again. But this is special; Sam's back. "What about you?" Tory asks him, but Sam's a million miles away. "He sings, you know." Galen cocks his head. (Music. Did you say music?) "Gaeta. Whenever he feels the tingling, whenever he feels his phantom leg. Cottle says it helps him get through it." They will not harm their own. Sam stares at the wall. The others worry. Sam's home. "He sings."