Abby sat up slowly, wincing at the blinding lights and ringing in her ears. Letting out a weary breath, she pushed herself off the floor, shaking her head as her equilibrium adjusted to her movements.

She heard muffled yelling to her right as more of the passengers woke. Glancing around the room, she stumbled a few feet forward, stooping to help an older man sit up.

A hand fell on her shoulder and Abby turned to a pale and shaking Laura. Gathering her in an embrace, she whispered against her ear, "Are you alright?"

Abby nodded, pulling away to get a better look at her aunt. "What about you?"

Laura scanned the room, still trying to catch her breath. "We need to find Captain Apollo."

Abby followed Laura and the pilot down the metal staircase to the ship's flight deck.

"Over there!"

All three ran down the hanger, stopping short at Apollo laying on the ground.

Dropping to her knees, Abby ran a hand over his face, asking, "Are you alright? Captain Apollo, can you hear me?"

He twitched beneath her hands as his eyes opened, glassy and unfocused. Wincing, he leaned forward, attempting to sit up. Abby shifted behind him, shouldering some of his weight, motioning for her companions to wait before helping him stand.

He stumbled over his words, attempting to explain their recent turn of events to her aunt.

"Did it fool the Cylons?"

"I don't know. But if they weren't fooled, they'd be on top of us by now."

Abby swallowed. Glancing around the empty, hollow room, a shudder ran through her. Apollo leaned forward, groaning as they helped him stand. Still unsteady on his feet, he fell back, the pilot catching most of his weight. Abby ducked under his arm, wrapping hers firmly around his back. Panting, he continued to answer their questions. He smirked as Laura agreed they needed to haul ass out of their current position.

Abby matched the Captain's stride as they began to walk back towards the cockpit, Apollo's arm heavy around her shoulders. She couldn't find any lasting damage; at least nothing more detrimental than their entire world collapsing around them.

"You gonna be ok?"

Apollo looked down at her, his expression a mixture of surprise and confusion, "Depends how fast we get out of here."

"Well, then, may I advise, Captain, staying upright?"

Apollo scoffed, "Thank you for the medical advice, Nurse."

Approaching the stairs, Abby turned, easing her grip on his side and facing the larger man. "Anytime, sir. How about it? Can you stand on your own?"

Apollo ran a hand down his face, before nodding and slowly disentangling himself from her. Scoffing, he raised his eyebrows, stepping towards the stairs.

Holding onto the railings, he turned, calling sincerely, "Thank you, Abby."

Abby gave him a tight smile, "Anytime."

Abby ducked inside the passenger cabin, collapsing on the seat across from her aunt. Laura sat alone, her chin on her hand, a blanket wrapped around her.

"How are you doing?" Abby asked softly.

"I met a little girl on the Botanical Cruiser," Abby smiled, leaning her head back, "She couldn't have been more than five or six. She reminded me so much of your sister." Laura's eyes stared unfocused ahead, "I miss her every day."

Abby dropped her gaze, her hands gripping the armrests. In another life, her sister would be twenty-two and sitting beside her. Raising her head, her eyes met Laura's, years of shared grief and regret stored between them. Captain Apollo entered the room, interrupting their weighted moment.

"Message from Lieutenant Valerii. She found a fuel refinery ship filled with tylium."

"Good. About time we caught a break. That brings us to what, sixty ships so far? Not bad for a few hours work."

"No, sir. But only about forty of those ships have faster than light capabilities. We should start transferring people from the sub-lights onto the FTLs as soon as possible."

Laura nodded, addressing Abby, "How are the medical surveys going?"

She tilted her head, "Some of the ships don't even have med techs, much less doctors. I've been transferring those who need further monitoring to our ship."

"How many?"

Abby slid her hands over her thighs, "So far? About forty or so."

Laura raised her eyebrows, "You'll be busy."

"Can you treat all those people without a doctor?"

Abby met the Captain's skeptical look with a smile. "I think I can handle it, sir."

"Abby worked emergency care on Caprica. There's no one I trust more."

"Besides we need to spread out our medical personal to as many ships as possible. I've been moving a few techs around, trying to make up the lack of personnel."

Laura nodded, her saddled posture screaming her exhaustion.

"Can I get you anything?"

Laura eyes shot to Abby. "No. Save what you have for those that really need it."

Abby raised her eyebrows, muttering, "We also need a president who can stand on her own."

Laura leveled a stony look at Abby as Apollo's eyes shot between the two women.

"Don't you have patients to see, Nurse Wilson?"

Abby smiled at her aunt before pushing herself out of her chair. Bending over, she pressed her lips to Laura's hair. "If you need something, you know where I'm at."

Laura nodded, squeezing her hand. Abby turned, nodding to the Captain before leaving the room.

Abby paced the small hallway, watching the military personnel bustle around her. Laura, Billy, and Captain Apollo finally exited the room down the hall, making their way to her. Laura's face pinched, a look she often wore when particularly exasperated with someone.

"Didn't go well?"

Laura looked towards Apollo, "Thanks to the Captain, we have two disaster pods at our disposal," She turned to her niece, her voice firm, "Abby, I want you in charge of those supplies. You decide how they are distributed, do you understand me?"

Abby nodded. Laura walked away with Billy beside her, running through the papers in his hand.

Turning to the Captain, she painted on a thin smile. "So where are these pods?"

"I'll take you to them."

Abby followed him through the maze of hallways and doors, watching everyone stare at her companion with fascination or reverence.

"Are you a celebrity?"

Apollo tilted his head towards her, "Excuse me?"

She ducked her head, whispering conspiratorially, "Everyone's staring at you."

He glanced around the hallway, before snorting, "They all know my father." Abby stared at him blankly. "He's the Commander of the fleet."

Abby whistled, "Impressive. Not to brag, and I don't if you heard, but I'm related to the President, so you know…"

Apollo laughed out right, catching Abby's attention.

Opening a latch, he ushered Abby into a supply closet on the flight deck. "This is them." Abby nodded, stooping to begin inventorying the supplies, "Sorry I couldn't get you anything more."

Abby glanced up, smiling, "More? At this point, you've saved our lives at least three times. And now you've given me access to all these supplies. I don't think I could ask for more, Captain."

"It's Lee, by the way." Abby furrowed her brow at him, "My name is Lee."

"Oh. Thank you, Lee."