"Any ship, Raptor 7-1-8, please respond." "Any ship respond." "Any ship, Raptor 7-1-8, please respond." "Any ship respond." " I entered the coordinates right." " Godsdamn him Cap." " Jump us back." " They'll leave a Raptor behind, right?" "That depends." "If they don't want to give away our location..." "That true." "Cavil's baseships could be out there anywhere." "Exactly." "They'd know we didn't make it." "They'd leave somebody." "Maybe." " Jump drive's not responding." " What?" "What's the frak?" " Why not?" " Give me a sec." "Poseidon, please protect us from death..." "Poseidon, please protect..." "A Poseidon medal?" " Hey, we're a long way from water." " It's a ship, isn't it?" "I know why the drive is not responding." "We jumped over the red line." "So now we can't even jump back to where we started?" "Our calculations just got nonlinear!" "I knew I didn't recognize these star patterns." "You can recognize star patterns with the naked eye?" "They've never sent us so far." "I must have frakked up the coordinates." "Or you didn't." "If a high energy charge subatomic particle had hit us, it could have randomly flipped one bit of data in our jump coordinates." "It got entered correctly, but corrupted." "So, something flips from 1 to 0 sends us to parking end of no place." "We don't know where the fleet is and if we did, we couldn't go there." "Cavil's enemy baseships" " could be out there anywhere." " Quiet, let me think." "Calculations are nonlinear, but they're not impossible." "But we don't know where we are." "There's still a chance I frakked up!" "Don't you recognize me, Felix?" "It makes sense." "There's a star cluster..." "It's me." "Pull yourself together, Lieutenant." " They know where the fleet is." " That's my point, Sir." "There was a false alarm." "Everyone has jumped back." "Over two days, they're not here." "Just give me a Raptor and a pilot." "And what would you do with that?" "Jump randomly?" "There is something in the universe." "Something let us find Earth, dead as it is." "And I know, I know I can find Felix." " Lieutenant..." " Me and Felix..." "There's been too much loss already." "I'll have to run it by the old man." "Thank you, sir." "Thank you." "Enough food and water for two weeks if we're not fussy about recycling, so our limiting factor is... air." "20 hours's left." "Of course, shuttle-dee-doo." "On a Raptor with clapped out CO2 scrubbers, frak you very much." "Every breath counts now, folks." "We've got to limit exertion, sleep as much as we can." "20 hours." "My Gods." "After it thinned the air, pulled it into the tanks, we're at 68% ship normal load of O2." "68!" "At that level, you're talking memory loss, irrational behavior," " depression, dizziness..." " Better dizzy than dead."