Meanwhile, Chief's running late to his Super Secret Final Four meeting, because Cally is -- for once -- having trouble sleeping. Anders asks after Kara, and Tigh -- who is hilarious here, when he's not being sickening -- almost laughs. "I saw her. She's crazy as a latrine rat. If anything, she's more like Starbuck than ever." Which I love, because of course Tigh would recognize her crazy ass right now, but Anders is all, "Dude, she's my wife." Which is sweet. But the point, Tigh reminds him, is how Laura came this close to putting a bullet in her skull for possibly being a Cylon. "Someone you love might get a bullet in the head," he's saying, "Because everything has changed." Maybe right through the eye, even. "You are one! We bring attention to ourselves, we're frakked. If Starbuck is one of us, she's playing it big the other way."

There's something lovely, something Eightish, in the sad way Tory sighs: "The four of us heard the music and sought each other out. She hasn't. We're still missing one." Like she can't wait until they're all five, all twelve, together. This part isn't my favorite part, because of what follows, and we don't know enough about Tory to go there with her and feel her feelings, so it just gets confusing and gross in a way that I don't think is intended, but that part is so real. "We're still missing one." Like she needs to make the pieces fit, that link, and she'll do anything to find that connection. Anything, as we'll learn, being a pretty big list. I'm not sure if I love the idea of the one female F4 being the one who desperately needs the family together, if you see what I mean, but Rekha Sharma is a fucking bad-ass, and I hate that this episode is her first real outing. She has no more reality this week than Dualla, or Anders used to, and it feels like Tory is getting shoved out into a spotlight and then forced to do things that I would rather be more sympathetic to. That's what it feels like, anyway, but it's acted perfectly, and written not so bad.

This part's funny: Chief goes, half-thinky, "Baltar..." and before he can finish the internal thought, Tigh gives him the most powerful I will eat your fucking lunch face that he like physically recoils before clarifying: "Not Baltar, but... when I found him in the Temple on the algae planet, he was with one of those skin jobs, the one they call D'Anna. She saw something in there, I don't know what it is. But they talked. He might know something. He's got those One-God nutcases believing he's some kind of healer, he brought some boy out from a coma." (Adorably, Chief's Canadian talk strikes a funny chord with American ears, suggesting that the boy was brought oat.) "Maybe he knows who the Fifth is," muses Tigh, and Tory takes it a step further: "Yeah, maybe he knows who we are." A classically Tory grim deadpan, but Tigh runs with it: "Then we gotta get in close and find out." Galen wonders if they should take him oat for deinks, but Tigh's got a better -- a more Cavileer, if you will -- idea.