Adama's quarters. Gaeta lets us know that the search parties have been looking for Starbuck's ship for four hours without any luck. Adama asks about Starbuck's course computations, and Gaeta says they're no help. Adama figures they need to start guessing.

CIC, where guesswork is their business. Gaeta figures Starbuck fell into a gravity well. Tigh notes that only candidates are a nearby gas giant, and a moon. He adds, "If the gas giant pulled her in, its radiation would fry her like an egg." I wonder if that would make her Starbuck-eggy. That's a little joke for the deer-hunting sci-fi fans who read TWoP. I'm all about the niche demographics. Gaeta says that the moon's atmosphere is mostly carbon dioxide, methane, and argon. He adds, "It's cold as hell down there, but she could survive on the surface." Tigh cheerfully adds, "Until her oxygen runs out." Gaeta says that Starbuck has about forty-six hours worth of oxygen. A helpful readout begins a countdown to Starbuck's asphyxiation. Tigh asks if they're going to hang around for days when the Cylons might reappear at any time. Adama figures that, since there was no base ship, the Cylons must be searching in a lot of places. Tigh compares the Cylon strategy to "staking out water holes in the desert." He says that if the humans were searching a star system for a feet, it would take them weeks. Adama figures it'll take the Cylons days. Tigh notes that Adama's making a lot of assumptions. Adama sniffs, "Educated guess," and asks for details about searching the moon. Tigh says that the hydrocarbons in the cloud cover messes with their sensors. Adama says they'll send the ships below the clouds: "Take a hard look the old-fashioned way." Gaeta somewhat uncertainly says, "Mark One Eyeball, sir." Adama repeats, "Mark One Eyeball." That was kind of silly. Dualla announces that the Prez is calling.

The Prez tells Adama that everyone's glad to know he found one of the missing pilots. Baltar enters her jury-rigged office as she mentions that the civilian ships have offered to lend a hand in the Starbuck hunt "if it'll increase the odds of finding her." Adama snaps, "Frack the odds, we're gonna find her." The Prez blinks.