"I remember what you told me: We had to keep the human race going. And you did." Lee shakes his head; this part, he remembers, and corrects her: "No, we did. I couldn't have done it without you, Dee." Anastasia looks him right in the eye, and sells him a new lie. Something so big you wouldn't think to question it, left out on the mantelpiece where nobody will notice: "You will this time, too." What she means is, "You will, this time."

He allows himself to cry, to speak his fear: what to do now, that Laura is slipping and Bill's crumbling after her, now that the Quorum is his trouble, his responsibility. He makes a joke so dumb it could only be a Lee Adama Original: "Good news is real estate prices are low." She smiles tenderly; she always liked his bad jokes best. "Truth is, there is no happy way to spin this thing," he says, and she raises her voice a bit, to knock him out of Lawyer Lee and back into the Lee that is required now. The Lee who's too busy loving, and trying, and searching, to do anything as lazy as spinning the truth.

"So don't. Tell them the truth. That's what people need to hear, and you're the one they need to hear it from." Their song begins to play, Anastasia remembers how it felt to be an Adama, once upon a time: she fixes his tie, his lapels. She brushes him off and calls him home. She picks up the pieces, shining so brightly; she knows she can hold them all before the ball drops again: "If anybody can give them a reason to go on it's you. Apollo." He is amazed by her again, he sees her for the first time in a very long time. Maybe ever. She nods at his shy smile, and he walks away, strong enough to go back home. When he's not looking at her, her smile fades a bit. At the door he asks her to join him for a drink, and she steps closer to accept: "It's a date."

Kara searches blindly through the wasteland, as usual; he pulls at her and she rips herself out of his grip, as usual, trying to get a glimpse at the wreckage. Trying to find herself. She gets closer, breaks into a run; she finds a torn and ruined cockpit lying on its side in a clearing, and pulls and shoves at it. Leoben stands, far back, eyes closed, trying desperately to realign the universe, to bring all the pieces back together and make sense of this, before the ball drops again.