Laura Roslin lazily tossed in bed and enjoyed the touch of silk sheets on her skin. At the feel of warm sunlight on her face she smiled broadly and leisurely stretched her arms above her head. Opening her eyes Laura absorbed the view. It was a beautiful day and a crisp blue sky offered the alluring possibility of a morning swim. Turning to check the time, Laura noticed the date on the electronic calendar.
"No! No. No. No. No!" Laura screamed jumping out of bed and pacing the length of the room. "What's going on? It wasn't a dream. It can't be a dream."
Quickly she rushed to her front door and searched for the paper the delivery boy was notorious for carelessly throwing in any given directions. The paper confirmed the date. As did the television. And the reality that she is at her house - on Caprica.
"Bill," she gasps her heart sinking at the thought that it was all just a dream. A fantastic nightmare. "No. This isn't happening. This is a dream."
As she considered the alternative possibility that perhaps this was instead the fantasy, she remembered that she died. She remembered the flight and sitting next to Bill before drifting away.
"I have to find him. I need him."
Laura returned to her bedroom frantically prepared to select an outfit before she realized her suit was laid out. Throwing on her clothes and shoes, Laura ran out of the house leaving everything except her keys. Driving the streets of Caprica City during rush hour traffic she saw more people than she had in - she had no idea how long. A day? Four years? An eternity?
Regardless, she hated it. She ruefully wished that Six would blow up the planet immediately to eliminate traffic congestion. Sitting in this parking lot called a highway, Laura memories started to flood her mind. The cancer. The war. The cylons - good and bad. The battles and political struggles.
All this has happened before, and all this will happen again.
Is it happening again? Will she have to endure a second apocalypse. Why?
"Why!" she yells pounding on her steering wheel. "Frakking bastards."
After what felt like an additional lifetime, Laura finally made it to the Battlestar base. She frantically bypassed the guards and left her car behind in an empty alley. Cursing her decision to wear heel she rushed into the first building she found.
"I need Admiral William Adama. Immediately," Laura announces leaning against the desk in an attempt to catch her breath.
"I don't know of an Admiral Adama ma'm," the young man at the desk answers uncertainty.
"What do you mean- right," Laura suddenly stops recalling that Bill was a Commander on Caprica. "Commander Adama. Battlestar Galactica. I'm the Presi-Secretary..."
"Frak," Laura cursed pounding her fist on the desk overwhelmed by the realities confronting her when she suddenly remembered she set out for Galactica on Colonial One. They never met on Caprica. She had never even been to the base.
Nearing a breaking point she was suddenly overcome with the feeling that she was closer - that he was near. Instinctively, she ran. Taking off her shoes Laura held them in her hands and left behind the faint sound of the soldier objecting to her entering the base and calling for reinforcement.
"Laura!"
Stopping in her tracks and breathing a sigh of relief Laura turned around to confirm the voice behind her.
"Laura!" Bill cried running towards her and taking her in his arms.
"I love you," Laura whispered in his ear as Caprica stood still and all was right in the universe.
"I know," Bill said pulling away from the embrace and clasping her face in his hands to confirm it was really her. "I love you." He said before kissing her passionately.
After several minutes together on an open base, the two slowly parted.
"What's going on?" Laura asked brushing tears away from Bill's face.
"I have no frakkin idea. But if you're here, I don't give a damn why."
Laura's eyes drifted over Bill's shoulder and towards the Tighs as they boarded Galactica.
"The Tighs are here," Laura announced.
