"What are you doing here, Leoben?"
"What kind of greeting is that for a former soldier-in-arms, Caprica?"
The tall, blonde regarded the man standing in her doorway.
"I thought all 2's migrated to the southern subcontinent."
"Not all of us," Leoben smiled. "I, uh, missed the boat."
"Why?"
"Are you going to let me in?"
Caprica Six looked over her shoulder, surveying the empty house. "Gaius is out in the garden. If he tells you to leave when he gets back, I want you gone."
Leoben put up his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Fine, fine, I don't want a fight. Especially with that strapping husband of yours."
"He's not my husband."
Caprica closed the door behind her guest as he crossed the threshold.
"Nice place you got here," Leoben shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on to a nearby stool.
Caprica sat across from him at a chair beside a roughly-hewn table.
"We've made do nicely, thank you," she cocked her head to the side. "So why did you stay behind?"
Leoben grinned took a seat on the floor. "I was looking for her."
His answer was met with a predictable eye-roll and laughter. "God, Leoben! Kara Thrace is dead! Whether she died on that planet with the thirteenth tribe or she died here, she is dead. Gone. You were obsessed when she was alive and now…" Caprica trailed off and shook her head.
"The last place anyone saw her was on this continent." Leoben continued undeterred. "Saul said—"
"You talked to Saul?" She interrupted.
"Oh… yes," Leoben replied silkily. "I forgot your little… tryst…"
"That was a long time ago," she said quietly. "How is he?"
"He and Ellen are doing quite well. When I left them a year ago they were planning on moving further north with some of the other survivors from the fleet. Apparently, there's some great sea or lake or something on the northern coast… can I finish what I was saying?"
"Please," Caprica smiled sarcastically.
"Saul said she was last seen when Adama and Roslin left for the east coast in that Raptor. But other members of the fleet swear that they have seen her after that. In visions."
"Visions?" Caprica replied skeptically.
"Didn't your husband claim to have seen angels?"
"You're saying that Kara Thrace is an angel?" She sighed. "Leoben, you have got to find someone, or something else to fixate on."
Leoben's retort was cut off by the door creaking open.
"We've got to repair that hole on the north side of the fence, or… oh…" Gaius Baltar turned around to face the room. "Darling, you didn't tell us we had a guest. I would have put a kettle on."
Gaius crossed the room to where Caprica was sitting.
"Leoben showed up quite unannounced," her gaze never left the Cylon's face.
"Good to see you again, Gaius," Leoben half-waved from his spot on the floor. "I see you're going with the incarcerated look," he indicated Gaius's beard. "Very rugged."
"Leoben was just explaining a new pet theory to me, darling," Caprica rubbed Gaius's shoulders. "Apparently, thinks that Kara Thrace has come back to the fleet in visions. He believes that she is an angel."
"That's not what I—
"He thinks that you have some expertise on the subject."
"I did not—
Gaius chuckled. "Starbuck? An angel? The woman who smoked cigars and threw punches at her commanding officers? Come now, Leoben, one doesn't have to be a professional to know that those are not the deeds of an angelic being."
"I didn't say she was an angel or a goddess or-" Leoben collected himself. "I just meant to say that… I don't think she's gone."
Gaius and Caprica exchanged glances.
"Well, it's true that the dead never really leave us…" Gaius said sardonically.
"I think she was something else…" Leoben looked past them, thinking out loud. "I think she was some kind of divine invention."
Caprica was tired. Leoben always made her tired.
"What are you doing here really Leoben? Did you trek all this way just to bounce supernatural theories around for an audience?"
"No," Leoben stood up and walked toward the stool where he laid his jacket. "The hybrid said something to Kara."
Caprica licked her lips impatiently.
"She said Kara Thrace was a harbinger of death. I thought the hybrid had made a mistake. I mean, Kara lead us all here! To man and cylon's ultimate salvation, right?"
He reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out a metal cylinder.
"What is that?" Caprica asked.
"It's a long-distance radio."
"You're not supposed to—
"One of the other 2's had the other one. He used it as a log book, reported how the others were faring on the southern continent. The transmissions came further and further apart. The last one was six months ago. It was a woman. She said she was the last survivor. The rest of the survivors were wiped out by disease, humans and cylons alike. I haven't heard from anyone since."
He clicked on the transponder. Static filled the one-room cabin.
"How long will it be until we all like them?"
Leoben shrugged on his jacket and walked towards the door.
"Anyway, I just thought you'd want to know. They were your people too."
He opened the door.
"Leoben," Caprica broke the silence. "Thank you for telling us."
He nodded and closed the door behind him.
Gaius and Caprica sat together absorbing the news.
"Do you believe that?"
"What?"
Caprica looked at him. After the years of mutual solitude, words became less necessary.
"No," he concluded. "I don't. We still have Hera. She's meant to survive. We didn't save her for no reason. She will outlast us all. She's our legacy."