Galen's hand rests against the glass of their back door, their house on Picon. Sharon hums in the kitchen, arranging flowers. It is beautiful. Much more a home than Gaius's projection ever was. Galen's surprised, and Sharon explains that this is their home, the one they planned to build when they mustered out together. There's a wedding photo; he recognizes the place. She's wearing a lovely dress, white, with those enduring pink and brown polka dots that would have been in fashion at precisely the moment they first fashioned this house. He freaks out and runs, back to the glass outside the brig, begging her to stop. It's hard to seem grateful for a gift you don't want, especially when you do. The sound of the hatch door closing is like a car pulling away.
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?
There's a somebody I'm longing to see
I hope that he turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me
Slick plays a new song, on a once-broken spinet, trails off into nothing, and hears Kara's snarky applause. He sighs when he sees her, but she grins. Some of that old fight back, that teasing grin that means she likes you. Is he making progress? "It's longer," she says, with that tiny doofy smile. "Lotta notes?" Slick makes the artist face and crestfallen says she must hate it. "I didn't say that," she says, sipping her shot, and he shakes his head. "You were savagely honest with me the other night. Why be diplomatic now?" He covers the keys, feeling caught out. She nearly laughs. "I'm not being diplomatic, you oversensitive jackass. I said I liked it." He's at first grateful, then asks why, harder. She puts down her drink, finally engaging. "Um...it's hard to put into words." Words. "...Made me think of... someone chasing after a car." He says that's what he was going for, but she knows it really was: a sense of loss. She stands up, wading toward him, toward the words. Excited for the first time in weeks. "That's what I meant, it's like losing someone that you care about. Their car pulls away." In his memory, he's sad. He focuses on her. "You chase them, but they're going too fast." She does know; he relaxes. The song is for her.
Across the bar, the Final Five are drinking green stuff. Chief's been denied the help of his people. "We're just gonna sit on our hands? Let our people kill her for vengeance?" Tory can't imagine them putting down some kind of formal decree, but Ellen's still in love with the idea of their children's free will. As she should be; as usual I pretty much agree with everything Ellen has ever said: "We can't interfere. We can't set ourselves up as Gods. The Rebels are the aggrieved parties, they have every..." All Chief hears is "can't," but there's more to it. They have the right to determine Valerii's punishment, as a war criminal and a hateful sister. "Boomer saved your life! You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for her."