"Roslin never sought power," Lee protests, and Romo points out that she is arguably just as much a "study in repressed ambition" as Lee is: "Never seeking out a job until it's handed to you? Flight leader, Battlestar Commander, Quorum Delegate... A man doesn't carve out a path like that through life without..." Lee nips that right in the fucking bud, because he's getting to close to that thing, the cat in the box, the thing that Lee can't admit without dying. Actually dying a little, burning off everything that makes him Lee and turning into something nobody can predict.

I walked in a desert.
And I cried,
"Ah, God, take me from this place!"
A voice said, "It is no desert."

Romo stares out a porthole at Lee's other father, moving through the Fleet, slowly against the sky. "Does your father have some other place he wants to go?" Lee's confused, but they both see him jump. "Where the hell did they go? And why didn't they tell us?" Romo bites his lip and it is totally adorable.

289 heads into the detritus of a brutal war, one blinking transponder singing to the night. It's Sandman's Viper, but it's empty. Saul exposits this new, awful situation the mystery Raptor jumped from: radiation signatures from multiple nukes, Baseship fragments. Debris indicative of resurrection technology. "I'm afraid it paints a pretty clear picture," Saul begins, and Bill goes even more defiantly nuts: "They found the Hub! And they destroyed it! Looks like our pilots helped! Question is, where did they go from here?" Saul stares at him, his heart breaking and his mind blown. "Oh, Bill. You are way too close to this. The President's Baseship was destroyed."

Bill assures him, as only a crazy person could, that it is totally a different Baseship. "We'll search every square inch of this debris field until we come up with a clue." And leave the undefended Fleet with their asses hanging in the wind? Like they're doing right this damn second? "Detail four Raptors to stay behind. They keep searching until they find something concrete." Saul stares, but he's not giving an inch. "Give my order."