Chief flips the bowl and gets new data: the Cylon jamming freqs. Down in the bunker, he tries and tries, and Anders is totally Tigh some more about how this proves the worthlessness of their "source on the inside."
Up in space, Racetrack orbits in her Raptor and waits for word, like every day for the last four months. She's an ECO like Helo, right? So the guy Skull from last season is the Pilot? Spaceships are confusing.
Chief makes contact, and the radio goes crazy and loud.
Racetrack gets ready to leave just as Skull picks up the transmission and tells her the recognition codes match: she gets excited and tells him to send the coded response and spin up FTL so they can get back to Galactica. And here's what the message says:
WILL MAKE CONTACT THIS FREQ EVERY TWELVE HOURS
PREPARE SITREP FOR COMMAND AUTHORITY
WE'RE COMING FOR YOU
Have hope. Everybody watching simultaneously bursts into tears; the part that stays free bursts into song; Chief reads it to them, down in the bunker. Tigh gulps, touched. Racetrack comms to Galactica and Pegasus about the Resistance, how they're waiting for command to instruct them on how to coordinate the rescue effort. Adama stares up. "It's going to be okay. It's really going to be okay."