Tigh and the Prez are pedeconferencing. Tigh asks if the Prez is going to order them to halt the search. The Prez says, "I came here to talk, not to give orders." Tigh grunts that she may have to give an order. The Prez stops suddenly and asks if there's something she should know. Tigh says that it's become personal for Adama and Apollo. The Prez says, "Because of Lieutenant Thrace." Tigh replies, "Because of her, and because of Zak Adama." He concludes that "it would take about three weeks to explain." Heh. The Prez bustles toward Adama's quarters, and tells Tigh to talk fast.

Adama's quarters. Adama and Apollo are waiting nervously. Adama says, "She's gonna press." Just as the Prez enters, Apollo says something he probably never expected to say to his father: "I'm with you." Adama starts to greet the Prez, but she tells him to skip the formalities. Adama says that ending the rescue mission is a military decision. The Prez snaps, "That's a bunch of crap." Tigh watches her from the background. I'm sorry, but I really like Tigh. And you just know he's like, "Normally I think she's an idiot, but right now I'm rootin' for the schoolteacher." The Prez opens fire immediately: "Neither of you can let go of Kara Thrace because she's your last link to Zak." Oh, direct hit! All hands to battle stations! Apollo starts to argue, and the Prez blasts him with a stern "Don't even begin, Captain," which puts him out of commission. She says that they've both lost perspective, and notes, "Under normal circumstances, it would just be sad that the two of you can't come to terms with Zak's death. In this situation, you're putting your pilots at risk and you're exposing the entire fleet to possible attack every moment we stay here." Red alert! Incoming! Adama has his guilt-defense shields at full power, and fires back with his estimate that the Cylons won't turn up for another day at least. That bounces harmlessly off of the Prez's reinforced armor as she asks Tigh how much fuel they've used in the search. Tigh answers, "43\% of reserves." Ouch, a sneak attack; I think Adama's engines were hit. The Prez says that they've used almost half the fuel reserve, and a third of the fighters are out of commission. She summarizes the situation as "completely unacceptable." Adama takes a defensive position and fires back: "Whatever it is you feel about this, the recovery of one pilot is a military matter." But that turns out to be a dud when the Prez uses the ultimate weapon: the Mark Antony Maneuver. She says, "It's military, fine. And you're both officers and you're both honorable men and you're both perfectly aware that you are putting the lives of over 45,000 people and the future of this civilization at risk for your personal feelings. Now, if the two of you, of all people, can live with that, then the human race doesn't stand a chance." Aieee! Guilt bomb! Hit the self-destruct button! Abandon ship! She concludes, "Clear your heads," and exits. Adama and Apollo look at each other for a second, then Apollo picks up the phone. He asks for CIC, and then gives the phone to Adama, who orders, "Terminate search operations. Bring everyone home." Adama says that the fleet should get ready to jump: "We're leaving."