Kara laid down on the bunk in her cell and stared up at the colorless ceiling. The last time she had been in here, the world had ended. She had cried for the deaths of her Viper squad mates and for Helo who had been flying in the Raptor with them.

It was kind of ironic to feel the tears come again as she mourned the lost of her friend once more.

Finding him on Caprica had given her a hope she did not realize she had lost. Losing him again had almost killed her. All of the sudden she found herself stuck on a deserted, war-torn planet with the people who killed her only friend. That was what had saved her in the end. Knowing this resistance movement had shot down Helo with absolutely no remorse had lit a fire inside of her that had yet to burn out.

It had taken all she had not to kill Samuel Anders for assuming he knew the situation before they could even explain they weren't Cylons. He had fired first and then asked questions. And he had killed the only friend she had. The only little bit of comfort was knowing that Anders had paid the price for his mistake. As soon as Helo fell, Kara opened fire, wounding over half his men.

Kara tried to push the memories of that day out of her head as she focused on her current situation. She closed her eyes and tried to understand the few clues she had been given so far. The Old Man was clearly hurting. He had stood with the support of a cane in the hangar bay, and he was obviously angry with her considering he had thrown her right into hack.

The situation with Lee was the complete opposite. She hadn't seen or heard from him since landing on Galactica. If he had been flying his rotation on CAP, he would have been finished by now. So either there was something bad going on in the Fleet right now or he was avoiding her.

In addition to Lee, it seemed like every other pilot was avoiding her. That meant that they were all either incredibly angry with her or incredibly ashamed of what she had done to them. She couldn't decide which was worse.

Sighing, Kara accepted that she might be here for a while and willed herself to rest. It had been weeks since she at felt this comfortable. It cemented the fact that even if she was in the brig, as long as it was Galactica she was still home.

The music began to play softly in her mind, and the image of the day her father had wrote the song made her smile. She still couldn't let go of how satisfying it had been to hear her father play again even if it was in her crappy Delphi apartment.

"That's beautiful."

Kara's eyes flew open as she turned to look over at the source of the comment. "What the frak are you doing in the brig, Cally?"

"Thirty days. Discharging a firearm without permission," Cally answered.

Kara sat up in her cot and took in the small girl sitting on her own cot in the cell next door. "Sounds like a trumped-up charge."

"No. I discharged a weapon." Cally shrugged, and the brig filled with silence for a moment. "That song you were humming, Starbuck? It's from Caprica, isn't it?"

"You know the song?"

"I studied contemporary composers when I was in school on Leonis. That song was one of my favorites even though not many people would have heard it. Who was it by? I know it's some obscure composer." The young deckhand groaned. "Gods, I hate it when I can't remember things."

"Miles Thrace," Kara whispered.

"That's right," Cally said, shaking her head in awe. "It's called Enchantment. I can't believe I didn't remember that." The meaning behind Kara's words sunk in, and Cally turned to look at the Viper pilot. "Wait. Was he a relative of yours?"

"He was my father," Kara said. "He wrote the song for me when I was seven in fact."

"No way. How come I never knew your father was a famous musician?"

"Famous is a relative term. He never made much money from his music, and not a lot of people even knew his name."

"It's a shame. His music was the best thing to come out of Caprica during that time." Cally stood up and walked over to rest against the bars dividing their cells. "So tell me what the song was about. I'm dying to know."

Kara thought about refusing at first, but figuring there was nothing else to do while in the brig, she started speaking, "It all started with a nightmare I had…"