Back on Colonial One -- I miss Billy more, here, than anywhere else -- Tory's reading to Roslin from The Colonial Dispatch, as Roslin waves other nameless aides away: "Last night's debate only solidified the perception that Dr. Baltar, for all his charm, is essentially an empty suit when it comes to matters of substantial policy." Roslin smiles that it's "nice" when the press gets it right. Because Madame Airlock should know from warping the Fourth Estate, considering that she and Tom Zarek were all set to detour the entire process in favor of a religiously-motivated coup against the acting government, using cynical cheap-tricks emotional agitprop no less, a mere few months back. Hubris, girl. "Don't forget, the radical religious charge is dangerous," says Tory. And fucking apt, caver. "It may be a low blow from a desperate man, but it's the only issue he's managed to get any traction on. He will keep exploiting it." Tory manages to keep from adding, "...which is entirely your fault, George W. Koresh." Roslin smiles, resting calmly in the bosom of the truly lost: "He's gotta come up with something much, much bigger than that. If he wants to make it the central issue of his campaign, it's not going to work."

Cut to Zarek saying, "You gotta keep hitting her on the religious thing. Every time we go there, you score points and we move the polls in our direction." And honestly, they should. That is bullshit, and most if not all of what is wrong with America at the moment. We're back in the morgue, by the way, and I'm not exactly on Gaius's side or anything. "Baltar Takes The Heat In The First Debate," blares a newspaper on the desk. Ron Moore loves this Baltar line, for some reason: "Yes. I'm not sure if you're aware, Tom, but the mob isn't usually in the habit of electing ungodly apostates who denigrate people of faith." Which, awesomely, manages to denigrate both candidates and the "mob" itself, all at the same time. Zarek murmurs hopeful nothing and Six appears, perching sexily behind Zarek: "He's right. Listen to him." The intuition-proxy is saying one thing, but the body language is hard to decode. If Six wants to get with Zarek, what's that say about Gaius? Gaius: "Of course. Of course, how blind I'm being. Thank you. Yes. Um, things are going to turn around, you'll see. What is that, advice? Well, thank you. Thank for your keen insight, your astounding political acumen." Somewhere in there, he remembers that Six isn't, you know, real. "You know, I'm so assured right now, Tom, I'm just going to sit right back and wait for the hand of God to reach down and change my political fortunes. How about that?" There's no reaction, beyond "confused much?" from the viewers, because we immediately cut to...