The CIC was rustling with life again as the crew was put back on alert. The lone remaining Basestar had finally returned fire, but along with it, three more Basestars had since jumped in just within Dradis range. They were closing in on the Galactica fast.

Amidst the flashing glow of red from the alarms, Adama gave thought to the current situation. The incoming missiles could not be adverted and there was no way to dispatch the vipers as they sat on the flight pods from their previous combat landings. The Galactica, now out numbered with the three other Basestar now in the vicinity, thoughts of the fleet paid visit to his wary mind. He continued to weigh his options or the lack of options in this case.

The missiles drew closer as did the three approaching Basestars. With every second that passed, his chest beat harder. A sensation he thanked the Gods he still had. He was at one time a heartbeat away from death and he had the scar down his chest to prove it. A few years later he was in the same position, this time the one who tried to take that beat away, gave it the opportunity to continue. He was not going to let Sharon's sacrifice go for not.

"Mr. Gaeta." Adama said with a scratchy tone.

"Yes Admiral?"

"Prepare for a blind jump."

Baltar was once again frantically pacing the command room's floor. He too was pondering his options. Much as Adama, he had little to chose. He rushed back to his command chair. He knew those three Basestars were there for him. He needed to escalate his plan. He quickly entered in the coordinates of the fleet. Now he was only a button push away from escaping. However, something all of a sudden caused him to delay.

"Do not develop a conscience now Gaius." Six intuitively said. "Do not forget that it was Adama who left you to die, alone on New Caprica. This is your chance to return the favor."

Baltar grind. "Conscience, what are you suggesting? I'm just…" Baltar pretended to look over the read out. His act did not bring amusement to Six "…looking over the coordinates. I don't want to end up in the middle of a sun."

Six gave Baltar a forceful stare. "Do it."

Baltar gave one last look at the Galactica before closing his eyes and initiating the jump sequence. In a flash, Baltar's Basestar was gone.

"Blind jump set sir. Preparing to jump in 10-9-8…" Gaeta continued the countdown.

Adama with every second passed, wondered if the fleet was still alive. Maybe those three Basestars just witnessed the end of humanity and came here to finish the job. Unfortunately, today was not the day for humanity to have its last breath or to feel its last heartbeat. With a slide of Adama's hand over his chest, he could hear Gaeta complete the countdown. In just a second of time, the Galactica vanished as the missiles rocketed by harmlessly at Galactica last position before jumping.

Somewhere in the void of space, the Galactica reappeared amongst unfamiliar stars. Adama quickly ordered Lt. Gaeta to continue working on the Navigation system so they could find their lost fleet.

Helo had since taken over for Communications officer Cassia. His dream still caught up in his head brought on his perpetual thoughts of Sharon and his daughter, Hera. He had always hoped that Sharon would prove herself to Adama. He just wished it did not have to be the ultimate sacrifice of death. His daughter, thought dead was actually alive. Found very early on by the Cylons during the occupation of New Caprica, he never saw her. By the time, Galactic and the Pegasus returned to New Caprica's orbit she been taken off world. Eventually Adama told him about the plot to hide Hera from her birth parents and the Cylons. Shortly after Sharon had died, Adama felt enough guilt as it were. Adama knew that Helo deserved at least that much.

Between his thoughts, Helo gazed upon the Dradis screen and saw one single blip appear. At first glance, it did not appear to be Cylon or Colonial. He began to obtain confirmation of exactly what it was. "Admiral, I'm picking something up on Dradis."

Colonel Tigh sighed in aggravation. "How the hell did the Cylons track a blind jump? We didn't even know where the Frak we where going."

"It doesn't appear to be Cylon, sir." Helo replied, diligently working on the confirmation.

"It can't be the fleet. That would be a miracle."

"It doesn't appear to be Colonial, either Sir."

"Can you get any kind of confirmation?" Adama inquired.

"No." Helo said, taking his eyes off the Dradis screen, for only a moment. "It has no recognition codes sir. It also appears to be no larger then a viper."

Adama looked up at the Dradis. Unsure of what this blip on the Dradis might be. The way humanities day was going, it could not be good news. "Send out Starbuck and Apollo in their Vipers. Have them escort a Raptor to investigate. Tell them, if it appears to be a threat, destroy it."

Baltar's Basestar appeared in another flash of light just outside of the civilian fleet's Dradis range. Now Baltar would come to the rescue of the fleet. In a little while, he would be standing in front of Tom Zarek, explaining the danger the fleet was in and that he, Gaius Baltar would protect the fleet due to Galactica's absence. It was a brilliant plan.

So he thought, as he was drag away to a makeshift prison cell on Colonial One. "You're making a terrible mistake." Baltar shouted. Zarek watched, as Baltar was drag away by two other men. Baltar, kicking and screaming, looked over to see Roslin staring at him. Her face of disgust spoke for her in many ways. This did not surprise him. Their history was one with bitter taste. Perhaps no one hated him as much as Roslin. He did not blame her, but he did not care for her ill feelings towards him either. Without humanity or the Cylons protection, he was alone again with no one to turn to for help. He had since stopped resisting his arrest. His trial would be soon. The quorum of twelve would find him guilty of treason and sentenced to death for the crimes he had committed. It came with a sickening comfort that he would not be facing death alone. Soon, the Cylons would arrive and destroy the fleet. Either way, he was a dead man, again.

One Hour Prior to Baltar's arrival on Colonial One, Zarek had sent out two civilian ships to scout the area. After they where done with their scouting, they reported to the President themselves by wireless. They had amazing news to report.

One of the President's female aids answered the call after only two short rings. She quickly handed the receiver to the President.

"Yes?" Zarek answered.

A distant voice replied. "Mr. President," his voice crackling over the line "you won't believe what we found."

"What did you find?" Zarek asked, waiting with baited ears.

"A ship, it was just floating out there. It does not appear to be Colonial or Cylon. I don't know where it came from?"

"Where is it now?" the president asked.

"In our cargo hold." The voice said as he continued. "There is one last thing, President."

Zarek hesitated before asking. "What is that?"

Zarek just heard static for a few more seconds. The voice then pumped through the receiver. "There are three humans aboard, they are cryogenically frozen. Two adults and a child, can you believe it?"

Zarek stood there saying nothing. His amazement no longer contained, he let out a smile. Laura Roslin sat a few rows away wondering if the call involved news of the Galactica.

She requested the attention of the President. With a wave, he gestured her over. He had now since hung up the call. Once at his desk covered with request from throughout the fleet, she inquired about the call. To her dismay, it was not about the Galactica.

Though it was not, Zarek continued to speak of the conversation he just had. The world around her slowed down. She could not believe it. They had discovered other humans that were definitely not apart of their fleet. It was amazing news, to say the least. Could these people be from Earth? The question hardly registered. She wanted to share the news with someone. That someone that first came to mind reminded her that the Galactica's location was still unknown. Her thoughts of the Galactica swelled. She returned to her seat and sat back down next to the window. She stared back out at the stars. Hoping that soon, it would not be the stars she saw, but of Galactica's port side.