The Three circled his cage like an animal stalking its prey. Bulldog wondered how long he had been in captivity. In such a place time did not pass normally. There was only the routine of torture. When his body could endure no more, he would pass out. His surroundings seem to change far quicker than they should have. From this, he deduced that they must have been putting him in suspended animation. Frakkin cylons!

In his mind, hope had faded. He was on his own and alone against a superior enemy. Yet he refused to accept that because it meant death. The Three was more erratic as of late. She seem to have trouble concentrating and focusing. She had circles under her eyes. "She", he'd almost forgotten she was a machine. He'd made the greatest discovery and couldn't share it. Command was correct. The enemy was coming and they had a few surprises but he couldn't warn anyone. Then one day the Three told him of the holocaust. Why allow him to live, though? It's not like they hadn't try. Every time, though, he woke up in this cell with spaces in his memory.

Three entered. She looked especially haggard. Bulldog decided to act. He must escape and today would be the day.

--

Life had finally returned to some kind of normalcy. Bulldog had a job and security. He began to feel content. Even with all the turmoil in the fleet, his life was good. He guessed that once you've survived being a POW every moment of freedom was a blessing. But things had changed since the fleet had reached the nebula on its way to Earth. He wasn't sleeping. There was a buzzing in his mind and he felt a strange need to be on Galactica. Was he searching for safety? He no doubt had suffered mental damage from his experience. But why now? So much time had passed. Those words. Joker and the Thief. What could that mean? He was compelled once again to act.

He had approached the captain of the freighter and requested a visit to Galactica. It was denied. The fleet was under high alert. His need increased, though. Once again he went before the captain, "I need to be on Galactica. Contact Admirial Adama!" Bulldog realized he must be worse for wear since security had been called. He was surrounded and his instincts took over. He attacked. The need was too strong.

"Restrain him!" the captain shouted. Bulldog felt the needle and then darkness overtook him.

When he awoke he was bound in a jacket and surrounded by padded walls. Bulldog shook with rage and bellowed. The sound rattled the bulkheads.

--

The civil war raged and D'anna had been unboxed to reveal the Final Five. She'd only seen one though. One who she'd tortured and abused. She had harmed a holy one and been forgiven. It was beautiful. But now she was being interrogated by humans. How vile!

"So, you're looking for the Final Five? You do know you're one of them."

Laura Roslin was stunned.

D'Anna laughed, "That is what you wanted to hear. No?" Roslin looked even wearier. "I'm sorry but you haven't really given me any incentive. What's to stop you from killing me once I give you the information you seek?"

Roslin inched closer, "Let me try and make you understand. We need this information as much as you. I have visions of the Opera house."

D'Anna stared at Roslin with reverence, "You've been in the holy of holies. I had no idea." Three ran her fingers through her goo-filled hair and exhaled deeply, "Where is the one called 'Bulldog'?"