Apollo was nervous, he had been pacing back and forth for the better part of a centar. Several doctors had came and visited him. Two of them checked on his health, using outdated medical equipment. If Cassiopeia saw the equipment she would freak. But Apollo didn't mind. He let the doctors do their job.

The last doctor was different. Dr. Beeks. Or Verbena as she liked to be called All she did was ask question. Apollo thought she might be a Psych tech, judging from her questions. She asked about his family, friends and so forth. He answered her questions to the best of his ability. She seemed very nice and listened patiently. She didn't react the way the first guy did, Al was a pain in the Astrum as far as Apollo was concern.

The door opened and in stepped Al. He had changed his white outfit for a rather bizarre combination of clothing. From purple britches to a yellow dotted shirt. Al made a statement, what that statement was Apollo had no idea.

The combination of clothes proved too much for Apollo to handle when he saw the blue shoes. He chuckled, then started laughing hysterically. Al was use to people laughing at his clothes, he usually didn't care, but this was almost too much.

"What's so funny Apollo?' Asked Al

Apollo gathered himself and tried not to laugh, but just looking at Al just made him giggle.

"Sorry Al, but I hope for Sagen's sake that all earth men don' dress like you. If they did we might have to turn back and look elsewhere for help."

Al snorted at Apollo's remark, but he was here to ask questions not to be a fashion model.

"OK, that's enough commander, I surrender" said al this time his voice had a sense of humor to it. Apollo noticing this smiled and walked to a nearby chair. He sat down and waited for al to start his questions again.

."OK commander or should I call you Apollo?" questioned Al

"Apollo, if you don't mind."

"OK Apollo it is, first of all I would like to apologize for my earlier outburst, I had a long day dealing with politicians and such. We believe you. Now would you mind telling us your story?"

Strange thought Apollo, what was a day? Maybe people on earth measured time differently than colonials. He thought back and if he remembered correctly the people of terra called their cycles days. Maybe terra was a colony of earth.

"Apollo, you with me?" Asked al as Apollo was staring off into space.

"Oh, sorry al, you used a word I haven't heard but once before, but I would be more than happy to tell you our tale, but first I believe the way we tell time is different, if I may ask, what is a day, so we won't get confused about time."

Al looked at Apollo, this was easy for him to say, it took him 6 months to get military time right

But he thought it was worth a shot, after all if Ziggy was right these people were their brothers, and family helped each other.

"Apollo, a day is a measurement of time used on earth to describe the period of time it takes earth to rotate on it's axis.!"

"Oh a cycle, I see, then what would the time measurement be for this." Apollo held out his hand in a fist. Slowly his fingers extended on at a time. Al recognized it as a second.

"A second we would call that a second, and you would call it a..."

"Micron, A 100 microns would make up a centon, and 100 centons make up a centar, we have 26 centars in a cycle and 7 cycles equal a sectar, some sectars have anywhere between 28 to 30 cycles between them. There are 10 sectars in a yarhen, and there are 250 cycles in our yarhen. Now its your turn." Said Apollo giving al his turn to talk.

Al stood there speechless, Apollo had rambled that off so quickly, he couldn't make heads or tails of it. He looked down at his hand link and noticed that Ziggy had recorded everything. Good ol' Ziggy, what would they do without her?

"Al it's your turn" said Apollo Al explained Earths time to Apollo, being careful to go slow so Apollo could understand. After a few minutes Al asked Apollo if he was hungry or thirsty. Apollo said he was hungry and asked al what they had to eat. Al pondered it and asked Apollo if he was a meat eater or a vegetarian. Apollo asked what a vegetarian, and Al explained that a vegetarian was a person who didn't eat meat and just ate fruits and vegetables, nuts and other organic foods. "Al I'll eat anything as long as it's not green or tastes like Paste" said Apollo "but what I would like to have is a thick juicy slab of bovine, pink in the middle with a baked tubular, and a glass of milk." Said Apollo with hunger in his eyes. Al said he knew what he meant and pressed a button on his hand link. "Gushi, have the kitchen prepare a sirloin steak, medium with a baked potato, and put all the fixings on the side for the potato. And a tall glass of milk. Matter of fact make that 2, but make mine rare." Said al. After all he was hungry too. After hearing for gushi's reply, al turned to Apollo and asked him the tell his story. Al was curious as to why humans were so far away from earth. "What do you want to know" asked Apollo "Tell me about your people, where do you come from, and why are you looking for Earth?" "You mean you don't know about us?" Al shook his head no. "Then your people have forgotten about us." "Forgotten what, Apollo?" "That Earth is a colony of Kobol, one of the 13 tribes of man." Al's cigar dropped from his mouth and landed on the floor. "You dropped your fumerllo, Al." "My what?" "Your fumerllo, I hate the things, but it's your place not mine. I have to get on Starbuck all of the time about those things." "Starbuck, you have a guy named Starbuck, what does he do sell coffee?" "I don't know what coffee is, but Starbuck is one, no he's the greatest fighter pilot of all time.!" "Then the Galactica is a warship then?" "Yes she is. She is the last of her kind, except for the Pegasus, she is the last remaining Battlestar." Al was confused, it sounds like they are at war. Plus the name Pegasus struck a cord. Everything about this leap was strange. From a guy named after a god and a ship named after a mythological horse. This was turning into the most intriguing leap. "You said last remaining Battlestar, what happen are you people at war?" Apollo looked became solemn. "yes we are at war, or was anyway. Our enemy all but destroyed us. We are refugee's." "Refugees? What happen Apollo?" Apollo told him everything, about the thousand yarhen war, the Cylons, and the twelve colonies of man and how they were led into a false peace treaty and they fell for it. He also explained how his father gathered the survivors in a so called rag tag fleet. How 220 ships started out on the journey over 25 yarhens ago with over 30,00 people, and how only 195 remain, with the population about the same. Al spent the better part of a hour talking to Apollo. His heart heavy with sorrow as Apollo told his tale. Al asked about the colonies, how did they get there, what were the names of their home worlds. Apollo told him about Kobol, how he had visited it. He explained that it was a dying planet, its sun unable to sustain life. And how they reached into the stars, and settled 13 colonies. 12 of which circled one star, the other Earth. Earth was so far away it really became a legend. Only mentioned in the ancient texts. He described caprica, Picon, sagattera and the other planets. He poured his heart out to al. Al remained silent for a moment and pondered what to do next. " so for almost 25 years you have been searching for earth, hoping we could help you is that correct Apollo?" "Yes we need your help. The Cylons are ruthless. They will not stop until every human in the universe is dead." "Why do they hate humans so much?" " no one knows for sure, but some speculate that it's because we our freedom and independent thought. Its a alien way of existing for they, they consider it UN-logical, so they mean to destroy all that goes against their programming." Al finished the last bit of steak that arrive earlier. He pondered what to do next. The idea of a race of machines so bent on destruction seemed mind boggling. He watched as Apollo finished his meal also. He seemed to savor every bit. "Enjoy your meal?" "Yes differently, this is the best food I have had in a long time. A very long time. I almost feel guilty for eating it." "Don't be, enjoy it." "I will, maybe something sweet to Finish it off and maybe a cup of Java" "Will do Apollo." Replied Al. "By the way, how is Dr. Beckett doing on the Galactica?" Questioned Apollo Al struck his hand against his head "damn, I forgot all about him. He's doing fine Apollo, seems he suffered a concussion playing a game called.." "Triad, yeah I remember that was what I was playing when I found myself here. By the way do you know if my team won?" Al checked the hand link "yeah your team won 5-4. Sam scored the winning shot. " "Good." Replied Apollo, I didn't want to hear BoJays mouth, he's been ragging us about the one time him and Boomer beat us 3 straight games. He never let us forget about it." Al looked at his watch again, he had to go look in on Sam. He told Apollo what he was doing and left the room. As the door closed Apollo realized the white room wasn't as lonely any more.

Ziggy was confused. She had listen in on Al's and Apollo's conversation. It was very interesting to say the least. Why would anybody want to destroy her creators. She did a quick calculation and came up with the same conclusion. Man with all its flaws and troubles still amazed her. She determined they were worth saving. She reached out and touched Sam's mind. He was better now. She searched the room Sam was in. He had a bunch of visitors and having a good time. She wished she could do more for Sam, but she was unable to. She knew Sam was there for a reason, and she hoped that Sam could pull it off, she sense the admiral was about to enter the imaging chamber. She released Sam's mind and focused on Al. Al was changed somehow, she didn't know why, maybe the talk he had with Apollo changed him. She watched wondering if Sam would ever come home. Lotho's felt a presence he hadn't felt in a long time. It had been a long time since his master paid him a visit. "Yes, master, how can I help you?" "Ahh, Lotho's my friend, how have things been?" "Doing your bidding my master." "Good, I need your slave for a very important task. What is currently doing?" "Alia is currently in the body of Bonnie Hammer, president of the SCI-FI channel. I'm having her undermined a group of science fiction fans, who are trying to get some old TV show revitalized. So far she is doing a terrific job." "Good, have her finish the job for I need her to kill someone." "May I ask who, master?" "You remember me telling you about the colonies?" "Yes my lord, a curious lot." "Yes quite, I need her to kill Apollo, son of Adama." "It shall be done master, is there anything else?" "Yes tell her she must do this or she will face a most cruel punishment, it will be worse than the one she received when she failed to kill Dr. Beckett." "Yes my lord." Lotho's felt the presence leave. My how he enjoyed talking to the master. He set right to work. He reached out and touched Alia's mind. She was in a meeting. He made her leap. As she leaped he wondered why Isblis had chosen her of all people to do his bidding. But his was not to ask questions his was to follow his masters bidding.