Starbuck's checking her harness with the Chief, lots and lots of words, a robot with guns for arms, the whole bit, and then: a little girl, sitting in the cockpit, looking up, accusing. Bleeding, broken. Bloody. The Chief asks if Kara's okay; she asks for a moment. Down in the cockpit the little girl stares up, and the camera moves into her eye.

Socrata lights a cigarette and smokes it, over the sound of screaming, Aronofsky jump-cuts, the little girl screaming, a hand in the door, a child's painting of the Eye, Kara's mural, the Temple of Five, the supernova in the sky. She gasps, afraid, looking down into the cockpit, which is empty.

Lee comes to her later, after Chief says he can damn well talk to her himself, sits calmly and quietly at her side. "Feeling sorry for me?" Never. "Kara, everyone gets rattled. Even the best." She takes a moment to say it; it feels like dying. "I'm not going back out there. I don't trust myself." He responds without a pause, almost: "So, trust me. I'll fly your wing." She breaks out in laughter and sweat: "The CAG flying my number two?" And it's been so long since I bought the two of them that the look in his eyes at this moment took my breath away. "Whatever it takes," he says. It's nothing he hasn't said a million times before; that doesn't make it less. It makes it more. The word is trajectory. They are silent, looking, he tries without talking, she takes it and gets stronger. Strong enough to say goodbye: this is fate unfolding. "How are things with you and Dee?" Good. No, better than good. Best they've ever been. She says she's happy for him but he doesn't look at her until she swears she means it. "It's funny though, after all we've been through, we are right back where we started. You're a CAG, and I am your hotshot problem pilot." The music seems to think that line was touching, when what it was was on the nose, but that laugh and it is good. "I guess that's all we'll ever be now, huh?" Her beautiful face breaks for a second, just for a second but it's long enough, and then he looks at her, and she smiles. It's like the sun coming up, like a fresh breeze. He's touched. This isn't a story about a crackup, it's a story about how he helped her out of a hole, with his faith and his love and his respect for her. He'll give her wings.