On the surface, Galen Tyrol hears something once again, and heads off like he always does; he passes a Cylon science team digging in the dirt. A Six calls to an Eight, scraping dirt from an object with her perfect hands: it's the face of a Cylon toaster, but it's nothing we've ever seen. Not a Centurion, not even a Guardian. It looks meaner, somehow. In a meeting with the human scientists and leaders, somewhere warmer, the Six reports they've been found all over the surface. Among the bones.

"So the Thirteenth Tribe settled here," Laura conjectures, "And created their own Cylons." Lee bitterly suggests that this is an "all happened before" situation, that these toasters rose up, and killed their masters. Gaius nods: that's what they thought too. Until they tested the bones themselves. "250 skeletons so far," the Six says. "From four different sites on the planet. Using our protocols..." Gaius interrupts: "The results are conclusive." Bill asks what they're getting at, but it's Saul Tigh that speaks.

"They're not human. They're Cylon." Bill asks, but it's not a question, if he means all of them. He does. Bill's confused; Laura stares at them all. "The Thirteenth Tribe were Cylon," Gaius says aloud, and the fugue breaks; Laura's hands rush to her mouth like a rising tide. "The Thirteenth Tribe, the tribe of Cylons, came to this planet and called it Earth," Saul says. And with every word, Laura gets sicker.

The ancients, they got a lot of things wrong: the body of a people is not the same as the body of its leader. But the soul and the spirit might be, she's thinking, as much as she can think at all. She tore the Fleet in half, for a dream; for the hallucinations brought on by drug abuse, she ripped apart the most basic rights and sacred laws of her nation. For the half-mad scrawling of a mystery witch. She's thinking:

"...Then I dug into the stump and pulled rocks from the ground until my fingers bled. I collected seeds from the few fruits the island offered, and planted them in long, straight furrows, like the ranks of soldiers. When I finished, I looked at what I had done. I did not see a garden. I saw a scar."