Dear Bill,
I know you will never receive this letter. Hopefully you are far, far away from here right now. Gods, I hope you're far away and safe. Saul said Galactica, Pegasus, and the rest of the orbiting fleet was able to jump away safely, but I can't help but think the cylons may have been waiting to ambush you at another location. Keep running Bill, get as far away from here as you can, you have to keep humanity safe.
Isn't it ironic that as soon as you start considering the Lords of Kobol to be semi-tangible ideas they seem to forsake us? But you can't lose faith Bill, you can't lose hope. You must take our people to Earth.
Don't come back for us, I know that will be your instinct, but I fear that we may be a lost cause. We've been hearing a lot of rumors, but the cylons have imposed a curfew and have centurions posted and patrolling every inch of the settlement, so it's hard to get information circulating among our people. We've heard that the cylons have started taking prisoners (as if we're not all prisoners already) and locked them up in holding cells. Kara is among them. Sam Anders is so ill that he couldn't defend her when they took her away and nobody knows where she is. Gods Bill! She, and so many others, could be dead for all we know.
I'm so afraid, so scared. Not that you'll ever see it, but this piece of paper is drowning in tear stains. Never doubt that I love you, Bill. That won't change, regardless of what the future holds for us. Thank you for giving me the only peace I have known in a long time.
But the time for promises has past, Admiral. Your sentiments are beautiful and trust that your plans would have been followed through had we not been thrust back to the frontlines of war. Happiness and the life you've described is no longer a luxury we can afford. Maybe you'll find it someday.
But right now, we have to get back to work.
Yours forever,
Laura Roslin
