Lee laid awake in his bunk for hours after his conversation with the Commander. He hated the cylons as much as anybody. The toasters had killed a lot of good people, a lot of friends. Lee would sooner throw himself out the airlock than defend one of them. He was furious when Helo had defended the Sharon model. So why did he believe this one? She had been so sincere. He believed all the frak she had come up with. It was a crazy story. Why had he believed her? Lee couldn't ignore the notion that there was other life in the universe. It made sense that if humans had travelled across the galaxy that there could be other life out there traversing the stars. Even so, that other life didn't matter to Lee, because humanity was in a fight for its very existence. Lee couldn't sleep as he questioned his own reliability and beliefs.

Lee spent days like this, distracted during the day and unable to sleep at night. About a week after the cylons had been brought aboard, Lee was laying in his bunk. His mind raced with training exercises, pilot squabbles, and as had become normal over the last week, thoughts of the prisoner in the brig with Sharon. He thought about her hair, and the shape of her face, and her lips. He thought about the fire in her eyes when she had talked about being stranded on Kobol. He smacked the palm of his hand into the bed frame. He hated thinking about her. If she got into his head then the cylons would have won. Lee rolled over and stared at the wall.

"Lee"

He sat up so fast his head smacked the bunk above him. He shouted a few expletives as he rubbed his hand over his skull. Had he imagined the voice?

"You know this is wrong Lee. Help me."

Lee jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes. He shook his head vigorously as he stalked out the door. Now he was hearing her voice in his head. Lee went to the gym and began punching the bag.

"Please."

He punched the bag.

"If I'm not a cylon why am I still here?"

The punches came harder and faster.

"You know this isn't right."

His knuckles began to bleed but he didn't stop.

"I can't live like this!"

"I can't either!" Lee screamed as he dropped to his knees.

"Please. Talk to your captain."

Lee looked around him. There was no one there. It couldn't be his own mind playing tricks on him. Not this time. She had called his father a captain. He would never make that mistake, not even in his subconscious. It had to be her. She was in his head. Lee stormed out of the gym and down to the cell that held Sharon and Kestra.

"Open the door!" he ordered the guards. The guards quickly obeyed. Kestra stood up from where she had been seated in the corner of the room. Sharon, who had been asleep, woke with a start.

"Get out," he ordered the guards. They quickly stepped out but stayed on the other side of the door. Kestra eyed Lee up and down. His body gleamed with sweat, and his knuckles dripped blood. His eyes were wild as he fixed her with a cold stare. "Get out of my fracking head!"

"You heard me?" she asked hopefully.

"Yeah," he said bitterly, "I heard something."

"It was me, Lee. You know it was," she said.

"I don't know what it was."

"Then why are you here?"

"I thought I was losing my mind, but I wouldn't have called the old man a captain," he said angrily. Kestra was clearly surprised by this explanation, but quickly recovered.

"Would a cylon?" she asked.

"Being wrong about his rank doesn't prove you're not a cylon," Lee spat.

"No, but communicating telepathically does," she countered.

"All that proves is that I'm going crazy," he said.

"You're not crazy. You said yourself, you wouldn't have gotten his rank wrong," Kestra said.

"That doesn't prove anything," he said. Kestra looked at him pleadingly.

Doesn't it?

"Get out of my head!" Lee screamed as he pulled out his sidearm and held it to her head.

"I know you're scared, but my life is on the line. They're not going to keep me alive if they can't get any information out of me. You're the last hope I have Lee," Kestra said shakily. Lee pressed his gun harder to her head.

"I'm nothing to you. You got that? Stay out of my head or I'll come back here and throw you out the airlock," he said as he leaned close to her ear. Lee put his sidearm away and stalked across the cell to the door.

"If you thought I was a cylon I'd be out the airlock already," Kestra said quietly. Lee paused at the door but chose to ignore her. He exited the cell, leaving Kestra alone with Sharon.