Miles Thrace had left his family for good one year after he created that song for her. But Kara didn't tell Cally that.

Cally had seemed impressed that Kara's father was the somewhat famous musician from Caprica and took to asking questions about Kara's years growing up as the days passed in the brig. Kara did her best to answer them without hinting to the parts of her childhood she wasn't proud of. Under normal circumstances, Kara wouldn't even dream of telling Cally the things she did, but times definitely were not normal.

Life in the brig was killing Kara. Not one person had set foot inside the room besides the Marines charged with guarding them. Her trial had finally been set for the next day, and Kara was trying to stay positive. Even if they decided to take away her wings, at least she would know what was happening in her home.

And what was happening with Lee.

She wished she could say it didn't bother her that he still had not come to see her. But that would be too big of a lie for even Kara Thrace to make convincing. The fact of the matter stood that the person who probably cared for her most out of everyone on this ship was too embarrassed to come see her.

Kara shut her eyes and tried to push away the memory of the last time she had seen Lee. That stupid day had been on her mind every day she had been away and every hour since she had come home. It was like some annoying home movie she couldn't get to stop playing over and over again. It didn't help that her father's song kept up a constant musical track in the background. Kara groaned and flung her small pillow across the cell in frustration.

"Are you all right, Starbuck?"

"I'm fine, Cally" Kara hissed back. "Just thinking about all the things they're keeping from me."

"What do you mean?" Cally asked.

Kara sat up on the cot to look at her through the bars. "They shuffled me right into this cell the second my Raider landed. They didn't tell me one fraking thing about what went on while I was gone. It's driving me insane."

"Come on! You can't tell me that you haven't been able to pick up on a few things."

"A few things, sure, but definitely not everything. I know the Old Man got shot by a Cylon who you in turn shot. Then, Tigh practically ruined the whole Fleet by declaring martial law. I got back just in time to see him return to his XO position where no more harm could be done. The only other thing I know is President Roslin is on the lam for reasons unknown to me."

"It's because she sent you on that mission without clearing it through the Commander," Cally supplied. "Adama wasn't happy with her."

"Oh great. Let's just add to my sense of guilt."

"You didn't force her to pick you to go on that mission, Starbuck. She would have gotten another pilot if you had refused."

Kara ignored Cally's reassuring words. Her mind was caught up on the one thing she couldn't put together about the situation involving the President. "What I can't understand is how a middle-aged former Secretary of Education got herself off this ship without anyone realizing?"

"Oh, that's easy to explain. She had Apollo with her."

"What?" Kara yelled, springing up to her feet. "I thought he was on Galactica."

"No," Cally said, shaking her head. "I don't know why you would think that. I mean, if he was on Galactica, don't you think he would have been down here to see you by now?"

"Apollo and I aren't on good terms right now," Kara said.

Cally smartly let that comment dropped. She had a feeling that was a road she didn't want to go down when it came to Starbuck. Instead, she went back to explaining the things that she knew. "That's the reason why we're still in the airspace around Kobol. The Old Man won't abandon his son. It's kind of strange considering the relationship they have."

"It doesn't surprise me," Kara said without thinking. She looked up to see Cally staring at her with an eyebrow raised. "I've known the Adamas for a long time."

"Got it," Cally insisted, holding up her hands in surrender. She knew better than to fight with Starbuck with the conversation had anything to do with the Old Man, the CAG, or the youngest Adama whom she had heard of way too many times.

Kara opened her mouth to start asking Cally more about the specifics in this twist of events, but the brig hatch slid open before she could start. Racetrack stepped into the brig and paused to hand the Marine a piece of paper. Kara figured it was authorization for her to talk with the prisoners. Galactica had cracked down on security since one of their own turned out to be the enemy.

"Twenty more days, Cally," Racetrack said with a small nod, pausing at the first cell before moving to stand in front of Kara's. "Lieutenant Thrace."

"Racetrack," Kara replied in a monotone voice. "What brings you to my humble abode?"

"All the pilots drew straws and I won." Racetrack glared at her. "Everyone was dying to be able to come in here and tell you what a worthless frak-up you've become, Thrace. You know, we actually admired you for your insanity once. Didn't know it would drive you to betray the Fleet."

"Everything I did was for the good of the Fleet. I didn't betray you."

"Maybe not, but you sure didn't stay loyal. Galactica could have used you when our ship was lost from the rest of the Fleet. The pilots could have used when the Cylons boarded us and they were physically hacking us to pieces. The Old Man could have used you when a Cylon was firing rounds into his chest. You weren't there, though. Instead of doing your duty, you decided to leave all that behind to go on a religious pilgrimage back to a world that never really accepted you. Ironic, isn't it?"

"What is the point of you being here, Racetrack?"

"I wanted to make it clear that when you get put on trial for your crimes, you should pray that you get stripped of your wings. You do not want to come back to your old life. Things won't be so easy for you now that the reputation of the almighty Starbuck is worth shit."

Kara felt her temper flare and reached out to grab the collar of Racetrack's jacket, yanking her up against the bars. "You better start praying that I don't keep my wings. I don't think you want to know what comments like that could motivate me to do, Lieutenant."

Racetrack grabbed Kara's hand off her jacket and pushed it into a fist. "Maybe you should start practicing. There are going to be a lot of people who want to take a swing at you when this is over." She dropped Kara's hand and chuckled. "My job here is done."

Kara shook her head in disbelief as the Raptor ECO left the brig as abruptly as she came. "Crazy bitch," she muttered, turning to sit down on her cot again.

It took one changing of the guard and a particularly soothing rendition of one of her father's compositions, but after an hour, Cally had finally fallen asleep and the Marine guard had become engrossed in his paperwork. Kara slowly unclenched her fist to look at the small piece of paper Racetrack had thrust into it earlier.

Unfolding it gently so as not to raise suspicion, Kara's heart stopped at the words staring back at her. The message was simple.

"I miss you. Launch Tunnel F. 0400. K59 3L46 HT8. 49° 11' N 123° 10' W."

Kara could feel the tears coming to her eyes, and for once, she didn't try to fight them back. Her hope had slowly been stripped away piece by piece since returning to Galactica. But with three little words, it all came flooding back.

Her fingertips traced the handwriting that was so familiar to her, and she let herself smile through the tears. Lee missed her. She clutched the note to her chest and laid down to face the wall. Figuring out what the frak she was supposed to do with jump coordinates, land coordinates, and a random place and time would have to come later. For now, she just wanted to dwell on those first three words.