COLONIAL ONE:

Laura Roslin sat across from Bill Adama and watched him. Bill had angled himself on the chair so he could look out at the stars; he almost looked lost among them. They had come over here so Laura could gather the rest of her things. She had told him that she would stay on Galactica, close to sickbay and her Diloxan treatments. Her intention was to fight for whatever time she could get left. Laura needed to find Earth, to find a home for her people, and for herself. Whether she would get to enjoy time there that was up to the Gods.

"Where are you?" Laura whispered and angled her head to catch his eyes.

"I'm right here." Bill replied. He didn't look at her. His eyes were riveted on the stars. Laura smiled to herself. When they had started this journey she had become sick of the sight of a never ending sea of stars. But when she had been on New Caprica she had yearned for them so much that she had spent half the nights outside watching them. Now here she was again adrift in a sea of stars. Hopefully they would drift closer to the home of the 13th tribe. Earth would be there new home. They had known that from the start.

"It's funny, you look lost out there."

"Out where?" Bill turned to her and locked gazes with her.

"Out among the stars." She replied and offered him a half smile. Bill had that way about him. He could make her feel content. Sometimes when Laura was smiling to herself it was because she had been thinking about something Bill had said or a look he had given her that he thought she hadn't seen. They were always doing that; staring at each other. She liked it when his eyes were on her. Laura didn't know why, but she did.

"Where are you?" Bill echoed her earlier words.

"Lost in a sea of memories." Laura answered and looked at him. She knew that she had one of those wry smiles on her face, but they were alone right now so she didn't care.

"What were you thinking about?" Bill asked. He folded his hands in lap and waited for her to reply.

"What I always think about these days; New Caprica. I think about what we said there and what could have been had the Cylons showed up." They had had this conversation a few months ago when had reminded her that they had certain responsibilities to the fleet. A few months ago she thought se had all the time in the world, but now things were different and she was dying again. Laura shook her head and stood up. She walked over and leaned against the bulkhead staring at the tiny light of silvery stars. Bill followed her and stood by her side. No words past between them, but then again no words had to be spoken. He was the one person that she would be content to sit with in silence as well as hold a conversation with. But right now Laura needed the comfort of Bill's silence. Just the feeling of him near her made her sure that it was the right thing she was doing in moving to the Galactica. Laura all ready knew it was the smart thing to do, but she needed to feel that it was the right thing. And that was how she felt right at that moment. She took a deep breath turning to Bill.

"I'm ready to go." With those words spoken Laura and Bill headed out of her office and back over to Galactica.