A List With Nothing On It
The enemy attack was a false alarm, ghosts on the dradis screen. It's been two days, since the Raptor was lost en route to the Zephyr. Earth was a week ago; Hoshi's not been sleeping. If they knew it was a false alarm, they would have jumped back immediately. A blind jump into nowhere, past the red line, means they can't jump back at all. Someone is going to have to go and find them, find Felix, and steer him back home, lead him into the light. Hoshi means "star."
Hoshi begs the Colonel for a Raptor, to go searching for Felix; Tigh tells him to pull it together, but he can't. Not after the wonders he has seen: "There is something in the universe. Something let us find Earth, dead as it is. And I know, I know I can find Felix. Lieutenant, me and Felix... There's been too much loss already." Tigh nods. There has been too much loss already. Too much loss and too much hate, to let love go so easily. He knows what it's like, now, to lose the one you love, and then to find that love again. There was something in the universe, down on that ruined planet, that led him out into the sea. There are random jumps, and there are jumps that aren't so random. Sometimes it takes a great notion to lead you places you wouldn't ever have looked. He promises to ask the old man, and watches Hoshi run off down the corridor with a smile in his eyes.
718 was just a shuttle, so the CO2 scrubbers weren't a huge priority. Now, of course, it's a big deal. They have food and water for two weeks ("if we're not fussy about recycling"), so the issue is air. Twenty hours, give or take; this includes extending it as far as possible by thinning it out to 68% of normal. Easy points out that this will mean memory loss, irrational behavior, depression, dizziness; this is a list of things that won't matter since they're going to need to keep very still, in the dark, limit exertion, sleep as much as possible. Try not to dream. Deckhand Brooks opens up a panel to check out the CO2 scrubbers, and Gaeta finally recognizes her.