Starbuck wandered back to the shelter which he had been sharing with his late Cylon companion Cy and the mysterious alien woman Angela. It was the only real refuge he'd known since his forced landing on the planet which he had come to name after himself. He lay down on what passed for a bed and thought back over all that had happened. It seemed that, from the moment that Baltar had betrayed the twelve colonies to the Cylons, loss of lives around him had defined his ironic ongoing existence. He had seen Apollo's brother Zac lost, then Apolla's new wife of only a few hours Serena, later Commander Cain (if he had indeed died) then various others with whom he was not as intimately friendly.
Apollo had briefly married Sheba and had a son called Markus, but Boxy's step brother would see very little of his parents. Starbuck knew that all too well now.
Recently, he had seen Apollo, Sheba, Athena, Colonel Tigh and a number of other warriors fall while defending the Galactica from a large scale Cylon attack. Apollo's stepson Troy, called Boxy, had been left without mother, stepfather or aunt, and would now be raised only by his grandfather Commander Adama. Starbuck could only admire a Commander who would continue to lead the fleet while putting aside the grief of losing so many of his younger relatives, having outlived his own childen. The one thing about being stuck on a planet alone, mused Starbuck, was that he would most likely never have to witness another death. Now he'd simply lost everyone to the fact that it was impossible for him to leave the planet and rejoin the fleet.
Starbuck had even lost the one Cylon friend that he had ever made: Cy. Otherwise known as Group Leader Cyrus, this one Cylon had transferred his loyalties to the Colonial Warrior who had brought his circuits back to life, and then bluffed his former Cylon allies long enough to blast them all in a quick shoot out. Then Cy too had lost his life in that blaster fight. The lovely Angela had left as mysteriously as she had arrived, while her newborn baby son was speeding through space in a Galactican/Cylon hybrid ship. Now Starbuck was alone, and expected to be that way for a long time, probably free of fear of being killed by Cylons, no longer involved in their war against humanity, and yet no longer able to interact with humanity either.
Unwilling to face another hour's contemplation of such things, Starbuck willed himself to fall asleep.
After several hours, he entered a rapid eye movement phase of dreaming, and dreamt eventually of a woman stroking his forehead. Awakening, Starbuck looked up to see that such a blessing was actually happening. Angela stood beside him, and was indeed touching his head.
"My child is on his way, Starbuck, and I find you worthy of my companionship, and hope you will find me worthy of yours," said Angela, with her unique way of jumping straight to the most significant of statements.