"Where are we?" Erica calls out upon entering the old man's office.

"These sorts of things take time." Baltar attempts to explain, "Sequencing and coding-"

"Sounds like a load of bollocks to me."

"You got moxie. I like that." Cottle moves closer to the young woman. "He's right though. He and Mrs. Tigh are working incredibly hard."

Ellen glances toward her newly discovered family member, "Blood can only do so much."

Erica licks her lips, understanding the woman meant she required more, "What do you need from me?"

"Stem cells."

Cottle folds his arms over his chest, "We usually begin injections about a week ahead of time to stimulate the bone marrow-"

Gaia shakes her head slowly, "I don't think we have a few days...or much more time remaining."

"I was getting there." The old man scowls, "I think the cylon antibodies will deem the stimulant unnecessary. It can be a little painful afterwards though."

"The marrow will have stem cells in it. Which, as it turns out, is what we really need." Baltar calls over to them, "The occasional transfusion between mother and daughter will aid in the production and maintenance of the required cells." He cleared his throat, "At least that's what I believe will happen."

Erica nods immediately, "We do what needs to be done."

Simon walked with a cane as they slowly made their way through the settlement streets, "It's actually kind of beautiful here at night. Something about the streetlights. It glows."

Gaia shrugged, "Yeah...I suppose so. It would be better without the thought of cylon kidnapping in the back of my head."

"Yes, I can see how you'd be worried about that." The man kept his arm around her, "Cottle said something about releasing me in a few days."

She grinned up toward him, "That's fantastic."

He nodded, "Which, I'm hoping, you'll agree to be my wife." His tone was confident, hopeful, "So we can do it same day."

Erica grinned, "I would be honored."

"Good," Simon leaned down to capture her lips with his own, "because if you said 'no', I would have been pretty upset."

She giggled softly against his lips before kissing him again, "No pressure."

Simon Cambell follows the marines leading him through the Galactica, "I was told that I would be going to my wife's quarters." He tries, "I'm not familiar with this ship."

"Don't worry about it. Change of plans. We are heading to the Sick Bay." The young woman in padded marine garb explains. "Security with her has been increased, per the request of the Admiral. All for what she is, I'd imagine."

He furrows his brow slightly, "What she is, you mean First Daughter?"

She pauses, turning to look him in the eye, "My gods...did you not listen to Baltar's transmission this morning?"

"I fought against he and his cylon forces on New Caprica, so no...I would rather go deaf." Simon adjusts the bag on his shoulder, "Was there something? It's been days and...I really miss my wife."

Diaz puts her hands up in resignation, continuing to lead him instead, "I'll let her tell you." She smirks, "Let me get your bag." She notices Lee Adama outside the area, "Sir." The marine retrieves the bag from her temporary charge.

Lee offers the man a smile and an outstretched hand, "Pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard a great deal about you over the past few days."

Simon isn't right, Simon can feel it. He takes the man's hand in a shake, "Pleasure, Sir."

"Gaia is just this way. They're prepping her for surgery, so she's a little loopy." Apollo explains.

"Surgery?" What happened?" His mind instantly fills with worry, dread. "Where is my wife?"

"She's fine." Lee stammers, leading him to her bed, "Gaia, you have a visitor."

Erica's head rolls in his direction, eyes widening in excitement, "Simon." She wants to cry, wants to cheer, just feeling everything in that moment. Her arms open for him, intravenous line in her forearm.

Simon rushes to hold her, his lips instantly pressed to hers, "My goddess. What happened?" He pulls away to look her in the eye, "Are you okay?"

"I'm great. Great." She nods, "Doc, tell my husband how great I am."

"She's a pain in the ass," Cottle nods to him, "But she's pretty high right now." He instantly remembers the young man set on fire years ago.

Simon smiles to the old man, "What's the surgery for?"

"We are going to get some bone marrow from her. See if we can get some stem cells out of that and help the President."

"Without a stimulant?" He offers, medical training kicking in, "Stem cells are great and all, but mature ones are far less likely-"

"Not my magic cylon ones." Erica mumbles, leaning against the back of the bed heavier.

Simon shakes his head, "What?" He picks his head up when he notices Ellen Tigh peek her head out from the office, his focus turns away from her, back to the doctor in front of him, "I can help you with this."

Cottle shakes his head, "I got it. She's going to need you during recovery. She'll be in a bit of pain."

"I know." He leans down kissing his wife on the head, "Why the full sedation?"

"I told you that she's a pain in the ass." Cottle nods, "You should go meet the in-laws while I get this done. They're right over there." He points to a bed on the opposite side of the room, "Go introduce yourself."

"What would you do if you found out that there was a whole other family you had?" Laura Roslin, incredibly stoned off New Caprican herb, laid her head on Bill Adama's arm as they stare up at the stars on New Caprica.

"The hell kind of question is that?" Bill began to chuckle. "Like...Extended family. Aunts, Uncles, cousins...they're all alive and you don't really have memories of one another. Hypothetically, they have survived the attacks." She used her hands as she spoke, "Do you let them be or do you try and get in touch with them?"

"My father was from Tauron. They left during the war." He nods, "There was a lot of family I didn't get to meet."

"Would you attempt to get in touch, or stay none the wiser?"

"I don't think, in this day and age, it's ever a bad thing to have family close. No matter how biologically distant we may be."

Laura nodded, rolling over to look at him more, "I agree." She softly kissed his jaw before closing her eyes and quickly falling asleep.

"Starbuck, if you need to go sit with Sam-" Bill glances over to the young woman, "She's sedated. Lucid, but pretty groggy."

Kara shakes her head slowly, "I'm here. When we are able to get a free moment later, I'd like to...catch up."

The Admiral nods, "Nothing too serious, I hope."

"No, Sir." She swallows.

Laura opens her eyes, her body mostly numb. "Did you bring the book?"

"Yes, but Starbuck stopped by." Bill leans over, gently kissing her cheek.

"The President falls silent for a moment, "I...where is Erica?"

"She'll be back in a little." Kara offers, keeping the truth from her. There was no use in unnecessarily worrying her, "She's been pretty busy today."

Laura blinks slowly, "Was missing this morning...I remember her yelling at me...She's angry with me." Her voice filling with emotions, "So angry with me." Her illness causing her to be more emotional than usual.

Bill shakes his head, "I don't think she meant to yell at you."

"She's just scared and confused." Starbuck offers, "Everything is totally fine. She's working on something for you."

"Is it my birthday?" The sick woman teases.

"I don't think so."

Bill brings her hand to his lips, "Doesn't need to be." He motions for Kara to sit, "How about I read you a chapter to help you relax?"

"I'd like that a lot." Laura nods to him.