They take up their shots and Ellen shrieks. "Don't drop me!" They laugh, and toast to themselves, and the love they've made and continued to make, for forty years and twenty and two thousand. "Yeah!" he howls, and she laughs. She looks down at him, enchanted, and darts kisses at his cheek, but even kissing is not close enough for her, at this moment: she feints left, her arms so tightly around him she'll never let go. In the middle of a strip club, the grace of intimacy, like a church of one.
He holds her so tightly, he'll never let go, in the middle of field, completely alone for the moment, for a lifetime, finally. Her face as she looks across the grasses is unbearable soft, and lovely; a queen, a gazelle. The prettiest girl in the universe. "Here we are," he says. Here we are.
Lying in Bill's arms, in a small makeshift camp, beneath a lean-to flag. She looks at the antelopes through binoculars. They look like blackbucks. Her voice is decidedly close. "There are so many!" She puts on her glasses -- perhaps the binoculars aren't very strong -- and watches them in more detail. He hands shake, and she coughs. Wrapped in a blanket, and his arms. She moves her thumb across his hand, clasped tight. It is a beautiful world. "Does it have a name?" she asks, whimsically. Able to rest.
"Earth," Bill says, after a beat, and she laughs, even though it hurts. "Earth is a dream," he says, as she labors to draw a breath. "One we've been chasing for a long time. We've earned it: this is Earth." Laura allows it, chuckling, and draws a shuddering breath. She can feel it coming. It's been riding beside her so long it's nearly a friend. The girl on the horse. "Oh. I'm... I'm having trouble breathing." It's time. He gathers her in his arms, to her surprise, and carries her down the hill, toward the Mark II. Lee and Kara watch from the comms tent, and see him with her frail body in his arms. Kara nearly weeps for them both, now that she's so strong. Lee sets out for them, and she follows.
All loaded up, he's on the wing when they come around. Lee's voice is so young, and scared, and full of hope, but he knows. "Dad?" Bill explains he's running out of time, and Lee says through his tears that he understands. Lee Adama throws himself into his father's arms, tears running down his face. Memorizing the smell and feel of him. Kara stands back, trying to keep it together as long as Bill's eyes are on her face; giving him her loveliest, most mysterious smile. "What do you hear, Starbuck?"