"I don't want to fight, Sam," she says, twisting in his arms suddenly, nipping at him. It begins with the body. "I want to frak. You don't get it, do you? I'm not the same girl you married." He's sad, but turned on. "All I want to do right now is frak. Really frak, like it's the end of the world and nothing else matters." He kisses her back, finally, giving in. "So come on, Sam. Make me feel something. I dare you."

He shoves her across the room, she chuckles joyously. Jock love. He climbs onto her, holds her arms above her head. It's the end of the world. Nothing else matters.

Later, Kara sits on the bed. You can finally see her face. She is sated and tired, and for the moment she is real. "We were married, weren't we? I mean, that wasn't just like a fantasy." Too tired to really apply the proper archness, Sam nevertheless makes a passable joke: "Hell, no. And I got the scars to prove it." She asks if it seems different, and by "it" she means everything. "It's like everything seems so far away. The way things feel, the way they taste. Like I'm watching myself, but I'm not really experiencing it, not living it. Like my body's just this alien thing that I'm still attached to." The mystery of the resurrection, the resurrection of mystery: It begins with the body. Sam stares at her, wondering if she's singing the song; if he can dare to hope. "Does that seem crazy to you?" He stares and doesn't answer, and prays silently. Nothing else matters.

THE FALSE SUBTLETY OF THE FOUR SYLLOGISTIC FIGURES

(In which certain Challenges are met with terrible Force.)

Cavil reports that the debate among the Ones, Fours, and Fives has resolved in Natalie's favor. "Our compatriots now seem to agree that it was wrong to box the D'Annas." Natalie notes that Cavil's opinion hasn't changed, apparently, and the Cavils admit that it's unfortunate, how easily the others were swayed by this unity concept. (DEMAND UNITY?) Eight speaks aloud that it's hard to believe in, much less demand, when the Cavils are so intent on enacting their nominal nitpicking purpose. "Look," says one, "He kept his word. You won the day. Do you think you have the right to win our hearts and minds too? No, you're being presumptuous..." Eight begins to protest, but Natalie shuts her down: "They're right. If they've agreed to our terms, then there's no point in courting any more discord." Nothing a Six hates more than that.