"A blue planet! Surrounded by clouds..." She screams at them to stop; everybody stops. Everybody stares at this, the Captain; at what might be their deaths, happening right before their eyes in slow motion. "...The Hybrid. When she first described it to me, how beautiful it was, I cried. You need to go to her, Kara. The Hybrid, she'll tell you things. Amazing things!" I'm not giving up my dream of margaritas with an Oracle and the Hybrid, but Kara talking to one is almost good enough. Helo puts his body, his gigantic scary body, between them: "We're done here. Get him out of here." They wrestle him around, back toward the hatch, and Kara shouts. "Wait! Take him to my quarters." Which is, to be fair, enough for mutiny right there, because: what? "Just do it!" And how much you wanna bet it's Helo that makes them follow? And where the eff is Sam? Still on scout? He needs to get his ass in here and play Pyramid with a motherfucker.
Tory finds Galen in the launch tube, staring around, taking in the angles and the depths of his wife's tomb. "It may never make any sense." That doesn't stop us asking, like Phoebe, like Starbuck, begging the senseless facts to assemble themselves. "Hangar deck crew tells me you've been obsessing over this place. Going over the logs. Replaying the accident again and again." Galen repeats the word -- "accident" -- and turns his eyes to Tory. "I spoke to Cottle. Cally was on moxopan and cosapine, antidepressants. How does she go from antidepressants to suicide?" Galen Tyrol, you need to learn about antidepressants if you're ever going to figure this one. Tory points out that Cally was emotionally disturbed, but is so total classy that she doesn't mention this has been true since the First Exodus, if not before.
"She would've left me. She never would've left Nicky behind." Which is a good point: if it were just the affair, no amount of crazy would have made her bring Nicky. We only eat our young when we're afraid. "So what do you think, then? Someone killed her? Galen, you have to let it go." Not happening. "What if she knew?" How on Earth would she know? Tory knows, and can't tell him: can't pick this knot apart for him, and set his mind at ease. First because it wouldn't, and second because he would kill her ass. But that doesn't mean it isn't sad, or that it doesn't bum her out. Tory's got a lot on her plate right now anyway; it's a full-time job convincing yourself you don't have a heart. Especially when it keeps beating, and yearning, and hurting just the same as it always has.