Laura was clad in one of her oversized oxford shirts, hair piled in a random mass atop her head, when the doorbell rang. Reaching for the stereo, she turned down the volume as she blew upward at a stray lock of hair, and grasped at the doorknob. She stopped abruptly. ( Bill Adama was standing on her doorstep... )

( It was after nine in the morning, and she was still laying in bed... )

( Laura didn't realize she was holding her breath... )