Dearest Laura,
I would be honored to stay with you during my impending trip to New Caprica, if you're sure I wouldn't be too much of a burden. My visit will be sooner rather than later due to Baltar's insistence that a significant portion of the military be present for his groundbreaking. True to his nature, it sounds as if Baltar is planning a large festivity of sorts after the ceremony. I hope you don't have a date to it Ms. Roslin, because I would like the privilege of being your escort for the evening. Unfortunately I think I'll only be able to stay one night and return to Galactica the following afternoon, but I intend to make the most of it.
I read a report this morning that said there was torrential rainfall last night. I thought about you and your tent and hope you stayed dry. I'm going to bring you an extra tarp from Galactica and secure it over your tent in case the weather gets worse. I worry about you down there.
In response to your letter, no, I don't think it's ridiculous for you to settle down with a nice man and make a home. You deserve every iota of happiness you can find, Laura, and if you find someone that makes you happy, seize the opportunity.
As much as I would love to spend the rest of the evening writing to you, I have a stack of reports to go through. Most of them are requests from crew members to be relieved of duty. After all this time I can't believe these people want to leave Galactica and move down to the planet. Chief Tyrol came by to talk to me about it earlier this evening and I thought he was joking. Turns out he and his wife actually want to raise their child down there. I told him no, that I need him and Cally on Galactica and that they are indispensable personnel. If Lee and Dualla are making it work, so can they. This is a warship and we need every able bodied person we have.
This letter will arrive in your hands only a day before I set foot on New Caprica. I'm looking forward to seeing you, Laura.
See you soon,
Bill