"Kara. I'm alone. It's not an attack. I knew I'd find you. Knew you'd be out here searching..."

She says his name, almost silently, afraid to break the spell.

"I'm here for you. To offer a truce between Cylon and human. And a chance for you to complete your journey."

But what her eyes are looking at, we'll never know for sure.

THE ANIMAL PART THAT CONTROLS IT
(Machines offer succor and temptation to Machines.)

39,676 souls in the Fleet. Something was born, between last week and just now.

Gaeta comes rushing into CIC, shouting out his brief: "Heavy Raider's docked at the aft airlock. The animal part that controls it looks dead. We only found the one Leoben aboard... Starbuck's still taking one hell of a chance." Helo points out that Leoben is, as we know, a very clever Cylon: "If he wanted to kill us, we'd all be dead by now." Which only means that he wants something else, mutters Athena, implying that it's something horrible. Which: probably it is. But we could at least try a little home court noblesse oblige, considering you used to play for them.

The Marines and Sharon cock their guns as the Leoben's brought in, but he's not looking at them. "Kara," he says as she enters. His skin, his flesh and bones, awake as she enters. "Thank you for this. We were praying for a miracle." She nods curtly. "It wasn't a miracle. It's like I knew you were out there." Mathias reports that the Heavy Raider's not emitting anything; it's not nuclear or anything, and Helo tells her to keep checking it for tracking bugs. Leoben smiles at Kara, and she shakes it off: "Don't look at me like that." But he knows.

"I'm sorry. The difference between the way you were on New Caprica and now..." She swears she's the same person, tired of having this conversation, and he just nods with that peaceful, creepy Leoben calm. "I have eyes. I can see. God has taken your hand and purged you of the questions, the doubt. Your journey can finally begin. But there isn't much time. The others, the ones I left behind, they need your help. But not as much as you need theirs." He leans close. "Your crew," he whispers. "They don't trust you." You don't have to be a very clever Cylon to notice that, it's inscribed in every line their bodies make. Kara tries to ask him why he's there, why he came when she prayed for the daemon, but Helo's already moving him out.