Tigh headed back to the secondary brig. He wanted desperately to go to Sick Bay and see Bill, see how the man who gave him a second (and a third and a fourth) chance was doing after being shot twice in CIC. The walk gave Tigh a chance to think about the shooting, think about how he should have reacted. He did the best he could possibly do. And now, he had to do his best for Galactica.

The Colonel wondered what a drink would be like. How the alcohol would lovingly burn as it trailed through his throat and into his stomach, how the compound would affect his thoughts, would calm his nerves – all that ran through his mind. Almost as quickly as the walk began, it ended at the heavily secured room known to all as the "real jail cell."

Sharon was seated on her cot, eating a meal of standard rations. She noticed the Colonel, who indicated by a wave of the hand that she need not stand.

"I appreciate the food, sir. We do need to eat."

"I thought you did."

"We're working on the Cylon detector. Do you have any information that would help?"

"No. I don't know anything about it. Maybe if I looked at it, I could see something that your people couldn't."

"Why didn't you tell us about the Raider tracking our jumps or any of these other revelations?"

Sharon sighed as she sat her food aside. "I didn't know for sure. It's like there were two beings in here, each one fighting for control. I didn't know who I was until I landed on the base ship. The nuke jammed on the rail, so I went out to knock it off, and when I did, I saw a bunch of, well, of me's, sir. I got some information from them, they were trying to get me to come home. I saw the Raider jumping, I saw a lot of things that I'm still trying to figure out."

"You blew up the water tanks, didn't you?" Tigh quietly asked.

"Yes, I did. And I also found water. I suspected something was wrong with me then, it was like I couldn't say the words over that ice planet. I fought that entity this whole time. But when I was on the base ship, it all came clear. I know so much now."

"I'll bet you do," Tigh said.

"Sir, I don't know which way is up. Half of me is Cylon, and that half right now is controlled. She's not coming out. But at the same time, I'm scared. Everything I ever knew is gone. I'm not me, I'm something else, something that I don't like. They programmed me good, sir. Too good."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I'm human. They wanted to make the perfect human, but they wanted to be able to turn her off when they needed to. It doesn't work that way. The other two you've come across, the programmers got that right. They didn't get me right. I was one of the first programmed to be like this."

"So you're saying that you're the experiment?"

"I am. I can't do this anymore…"

"Do you want to help us or help the Cylons?"

"I blew up a base star," Sharon yelled. "What more do I have to do? Everything I've done to harm you, I've done something to counter it. The only thing I can't fix is shooting the Commander!"

Tigh watched Sharon start crying. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, a Cylon showing emotions far beyond anything he expected possible. Sharon cried into the napkins provided with her meal for at least five precious minutes.

"Sharon," Tigh said as calmly as he could, "I need you to get it together. Now, that drawing you gave me of Eleven. You know who that is, right?"

"I couldn't believe it when I saw him on one of the telecasts of the Council meetings. The man who was one vote away from the Vice Presidency is one of us."

"Did we elect a smarter choice?" Tigh said wryly.

"We could debate that point, sir. Damned if we do and damned if we don't."

"I hate every politician. I hate 'em, I frackin' hate 'em," Tigh muttered.

"Do you hate them worse than Cylons?" Sharon asked.

Tigh chuckled. "At this point, they're running neck and neck for the top of the list. Will the Cylons come after us?"

"Not for a while. From what I saw on the base ship and what information they sent me, they're trying to figure out where they went wrong with me. You have a couple days maybe."

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Let's see," Sharon said as she paced around her cell, "I'm going to live the rest of my life in a jail cell, as a circus freak, with everyone in the fleet coming by to see the evil Cylon that betrayed us and saved us at the same time. I was human, sir, I had a history, I had parents who died, I grew up. I had all that, and it was all snatched away from me in one day back on Caprica when the Cylons came home. So, no, sir, I doubt I'll be okay. Colonel, you don't have much time, go fix your detector and weed out all the Cylons who are in the fleet."

"We went public once…"

"NO! Do not do that. I beg of you, Colonel, do not go public again! If you do, and there are more Cylons out there, they'll go self-destructive and do more damage than you can possibly imagine. You have to go about this quietly. Take them down one at a time."

"How can we keep them from telling all their brethren that we've captured one."

Sharon handed Tigh a couple pieces of paper. "It's a cage, of sorts, but it will interfere with the signals that the Cylons send to one another. If your engineer has questions, I'll answer them. He can confirm that the cage will not amplify their signals."

"I'll get started on this right away," Tigh said as he walked away. The Colonel paused at the door and spun around on his heels.

"Question, Colonel?"

"Tell me something… how are you not still receiving signals from the others?"

Sharon shivered as she put her hands on the bars. "When I got back from nuking the base ship, I knew my Cylon side had received orders, but I didn't know what they were. Buried somewhere in that flood of information, I found out how to cut myself off."

"What did you do?"

"My medulla oblongata looks and feels like yours. In reality, it's a link between Cylons. When Cylons say their consciousness will go to another body, they aren't kidding. I don't know the biology of it, and you probably can't figure out how, but when a Cylon has to cut itself off, because its personality is infected in some way, there's a built-in way to do it. I did it. I shoved a needle into my brain, Colonel. They can't tell me what to do anymore," Sharon said through tears. "I win, not them, and not that other half of me."