Starbuck is hobbling up a hill and carrying on a conversation with the Lords of Kobol. She explains to them that she's running low on oxygen, and could use a lucky break. The gods suggest that she just talk to them in her head, in order to do something to earn her luck. After a beat, she says, "No? Okay, just thought I'd mention it." The gods sigh wearily. As she comes to the top of the hill, she sees the Cylon Raider resting on the other side. She gasps, "Oh, frack," and flattens herself against the ground. Then she pulls out her sidearm and stands up again, aiming at the ship as she descends toward it.

They made a full-size model of a Cylon ship! That's pretty cool. Starbuck walks up to the ship, her gun still at the ready. Nothing happens. On the right side of the, well, "head," is a neat puncture, with red ooze staining the area around the hole. Starbuck laughs, "Not bad shooting, if I do say so myself." She tells the Lords of Kobol that she owes them, and then tells the ship, "Looks like I found my ride outta here. If I can fix you up."

Apollo tells CIC that he's low on fuel. Dualla tells him to return to the Galactica. Apollo peevishly asks why he can't refuel from a tanker in orbit, and Dualla says that the tankers are refueling, too. According to the captions, Apollo's reply is, "Grr!"

CIC. Gaeta explains to Adama that the ships have to run their engines constantly because they're flying inside an atmosphere. Oh, that's a neat point. Tigh says that civilian ships haven't found anything, and points out that the fleet is dangerously spread out if the Cylons appear. He suggests moving into a defensible formation. Adama says no: "We've left enough people behind." Tigh argues, and Adama bellows, "I said no!" Yipe, yipe, yipe. Adama pauses just long enough for me to wonder if he's going to apologize, but instead he commits himself to Tantrumville: "We're gonna find our missing pilot! And we're gonna bring her home! We leave no one behind." He turns to look at Gaeta, who's just staring at him, and orders them both to resume their duties.

Helo wakes up. Apparently, while Helo was unconscious, the Cylons put blue gels on all the lighting, and then snuck away on their clanky tip-toes. Helo calls out for Boomer. He looks for her downstairs, and then goes outside and wanders down the street shouting her name.

Starbuck is lying on the ground under the Raider, examining the hull. She finds a round protrusion and tries turning it, and then pushing it. A panel on the underside of the ship slides open. Inside is what appear to be a very large slice of roast beef. Starbuck pulls out her knife, and I start to wish I hadn't eaten dinner. When she pokes the beef with her knife, it shudders. And so does Starbuck. Then she slices it, and, well, juice starts pouring out. Ew. Starbuck cuts away, and, mercifully, so do we.