"All right," says Twinset. "We've got get D'Anna to the control room..." Helo shakes his head; he knew this part was coming. "That's not the plan." Eight's confused: what plan? Three fairly giggles. Of course there's a lie.

"Please don't go, Gaius. Please. I don't know how..." Laura sets up a saline drip for Gaius, talking herself through it, shaking. Standing against the darkness. "All right, put it in..."

"I have to take her directly to the President. No one else." Eight protests: that wasn't the deal. "I'm just doing what she told me to do, okay?" For once. Three smirks. "Double-dealing. It's very human. You never got that, Eight." Her lip curls. There's nothing nihilistic in your comedy, when you've looked upon the face of God. It's funny because it's funny; like rubber bugs, jumping.

"No more. No more, don't go. Please don't... die. Live. Please, live. Don't go."

You want to talk about miracles? Laura Roslin falls upon his chest, her head to his heart, holding down the bandage. Holding him together with her hands. If you love them you love all of them, because you're the woman that stands in the dark: but you have to start with one. She already loves them, she gets that part: "Them," she gets. The forest she's protecting when she cuts down the trees one by one. Right here, right in front of her, in his little shirt and his hair: a man whose pain is very real. The singular entity that is Gaius Baltar, who is in trouble.

Open the door. Love someone.

SOME SHALL BE PARDONED

"I'm not saying I agree. I'm saying it's my orders."

Twinset is ashamed. "So I pretty much just made a prize fool of myself, didn't I? Trust." She backs away, disgusted. Helo feels crappy -- who is this girl to him? -- and Three peeks at him: "Can we go find the President now?" He takes her hand, and they run.

Laura Roslin is lying in a rack, looking at Gaius. Planting a tree. Loving someone. She sits when they enter; Three runs to Gaius. Laura watches her tend to him; he smiles dimly up at her. "Gaius, it's me..."

"The Hub's been destroyed," Helo reports. "Good," she says. "Don't let anyone in here. Whatever it takes." He nods, without hesitating; she thanks him and he leaves.

"He's injured, but I think he's going to survive." Laura considers Three; this strange woman. "I think it's gonna be a long time jumping back." Laura nods, and smiles to herself. "I've got time." She does.

"Is that right? Well, you went to a lot of trouble to bring me here. Deceiving your so-called allies. I suppose you've got some questions for me." Three takes her place behind the desk; Laura speaks to her like a person. "Yes, I do. I'd like to talk about the five Cylons in my Fleet." Three looks at her, measuring out her words. "So you know about the Final Five." They're supposed to know the way to Earth. "But you don't know that you're one of them?" Laura is shocked. She thinks, considers that. She doesn't feel different; she doesn't feel disgusting, or evil, or anything she should be feeling...