My darling Bill,
You just walked out of my tent not five minutes ago and I can already hear your raptor departing to take you back to Galactica. I don't know how you managed to look so composed after everything we smoked and drank last night – my head's still spinning.
I just found your lost briefs hidden under my red dress. I considered sending them back to you with this letter but decided that it would be too conspicuous. And poor Ensign Thomas! I can just picture the look of utter shock on his face when he realized why that particular article of clothing remained in my tent, considering you're wearing the same uniform you arrived in (the stains the "alluvial deposits" left on your pants are a dead giveaway!). I'll just keep them safe and hidden here as a memento of last night.
It would seem, Admiral, that your crew is going to be making quite a few adjustments in the next week or so. With Kara and Sam married and so many others mustering out, things will undoubtedly be a lot different on Galactica. Have you thought about settling down here? I'm not talking about right now, because I know that Galactica is your home, but it's worth thinking about. You can't work forever, Bill, you deserve peace and happiness as much as I do. There are plenty of ways you could be put to work down here too, you could be a very productive civilian. And there are more than enough tents to go around and I'm sure you wouldn't have any problem getting set up here.
I promised Maya I'd look after her baby today while she gets some rest, so I should probably go.
I miss you already. Come back soon.
Yours,
Laura