She sat in silence. The only sounds were the occasional breeze rustling the grass and the crackling and spitting of the fire. It was a good thing there was plenty of tillium left in that ship. Somehow that wood had been damp and it spit its escaping water into the flames. The thought of rain crossed her mind. How she missed rainy spring and summer days on Caprica. This new place was no more cheerful than New Caprica, but at least it had post-nuclear war as an excuse. Her old life before the war seemed so far away. Maybe that was a life that happened to that body, but never to her.

She stared into the flames and wondered if that body, that person would greet her in the afterlife. Only cylons resurrected the last time she checked. Was that what she was? Wouldn't they have known what she was? Her husband was one of them after all. You'd think he would be able to sense it in her. Only 4 of the sacred final 5 had been revealed, was she the last piece of that puzzle? She didn't feel like a cylon, but she doubted Sam or Galen had felt it before they realized it. How else would you explain the name plate in her pack and the dog tags in her pocket?

The long grass rustled and she could hear small sticks give under weight. They had not seen any other life on this planet, so what or who was that? Was another Kara going to walk out of the ether and join her? How many copies of her were there? She stood up, pistol drawn and pointed in the direction of the sound. Her hand shook slightly, not from fear, but from exhaustion. Who or what was approaching her was doing so in darkness, when this planet when dark it didn't frak around.

"Kara?" She head Lee's familiar voice call to her. She uncocked the weapon and put it back in its holster.

"What Lee?" She asked as she sat back down, diminished that someone had found her. She was almost ready to just disappear into this place.

"What are you doing out here all by yourself?" He asked as he approached.

"Enjoying a campfire." She said with her trademark sarcastic smirk.

"Mind if I join you?" She could hear him walking on eggshells.

"Would it really matter if I did?"

Lee sat down next to her. He almost knocked over the jar of engine room wine she had balanced next to her. It had been a long time since she drank. Since she came back it was a more and more infrequent thing. On the Demetrius she was so single minded she barely remembered to eat. Doc Cottle said she had lost almost 15 pounds while she was away. She picked up the jar and drank back a few mouthfuls of the hooch. She offered the jar to Lee. She could feel it burn through her, she was losing her tolerance for the stuff. Kara Thrace, cheap drunk.

She laid back on her forearms and looked up to the sky.

"I thought it would have been like it was when we were on Kobol. The lush grass beneath our feet, clear skies, full of life. Instead it's all dead, everything." She said.

"I know what you mean." He looked her in the eye when he said it. If only he knew what she was really saying.

The fire burned very hot, but it felt good on both of them. Heat was never such a luxury on New Caprica.

They sat and laid there in silence for a while. Kara always enjoyed being with Apollo, because with him she could be still, silent, and he didn't mind. Sometimes she thought he just knew when it was best to be seen and not heard. He knew when to push and when to just exist.

Lee took a few more swigs from the jar, before handing it back to her. She could see the wine taking effect on him. The "wine" could have doubled as paint thinner & lamp oil. It was amazing no one had gone blind or died from drinking the stuff. It did its job though, and it did it much faster than even the finest ambrosia. It tasted like shit, but it worked for what ailed you. She had another sip and let the warmth of it make her insides match her outsides.

Lee was the first to break the silence again. "Did you find the signal's origin?"

Kara just stared up at the inky abyss. "Which answer do you want?"

"What do you mean? Either you found it or you didn't."

She sat up and stared him directly in the eye, "Things aren't that simple." She looked down and away.

"They rarely are." When she didn't look back up Lee pressed on, "Kara, talk to me."

"Didn't you think it was strange that the signal I picked up with the Viper was a Colonial Emergency Locator signal? I mean that it was recognized by our systems as such and everything?"