Baltar wakes up in dark, unending water. Not the stuff of resurrection, but close: the ocean everybody's got in there. He screams, nothing to stand on, nothing to sight on, just black water below and black sky above. "Where am I? Oh, my God, where am I?" A light shines down on his face; he floats like Lee, arms thrown out. Hair down to here and beard wild and woolly, with his arms thrown out: abandoned by God and Man both. Shouldering the sins of entire worlds and races; tied up with destiny. Still human.
"What are you saying?" asks Lee. Kara repeats: if she leaves Sam, will he leave Dee? Proving Dualla right once again? He tears up, surprised by enormity: "My Gods, Kara. I mean, you know, how do I know that tomorrow you're not gonna pull another 180?" You don't; she will. "I mean, these are our fracking marriages we're talking about. It's not some stupid dogfight we can just jink our way out of." She couldn't believe it until he hurt her. Until he went back to Dee. Her lip curls: "Think about it, Lee. That's what you're best at." She stalks away; he chokes and almost follows her. He keeps building.
Gaius continues to scream; Adama's voice booms out like a kakapo, like the voice of Zeus himself. Like the voice of God. "Can you hear my voice? Can you hear me, Doctor? I'm looking for you, Doctor. We can't find you. Can you tell us where you are?" Gaius tells them he's in the water; the drums start slapping. "It's cold, and it's dark." And he's alone. He begins to thrash wildly in the water, scared. "I can't see anything." Adama asks if there's anything at all he can sight. "Look for the light. Can you see the light?" Adama tells him to reach for it. Somebody asks Gaius Baltar to reach for the light. Roslin stares down at him, pity dawning. The light becomes Baltar's eye, becomes the nuclear bloom on Caprica. "Caprica Six. She saved my life. Shielded me from the explosion." He remembers. Ask him how he finds his way, how he charts space, how he fills in the gaps, ask him to reach for the light: Six. Six, every time. Screaming his lama sabachthani, floating in a dream, he calls on angels. Roslin asks straight-up -- irritated as usual with Gaius taking time to deal with Chip Stuff -- if he conspired with Caprica to subvert the Colonial defense system. Treason laws always start big conversations, for the same reason there are pre-nups and faithfulness clauses: there's no rule that says, "You must follow these rules," because that makes no sense, so the rule that says that has to be appropriately huge and deadly and scary. Being a citizen and being in love both take place at the end of a line with no punctuation: it's up to you to decide where you stand. But did he fall, or was he pushed? "Conspiracy requires intent!"