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[presidentpythia]

Her hands are trembling, she notes, and when she looks in the mirror Roslin sees that her face is drawn. "I look like--"

A dying woman. She stops that train of thought quickly

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[callsignhusker]

Especially because Bill Adama is at the bar with a cup of coffee looking rather...stunned.

He stands. His eyes are on her. He doesn't move. Not yet.

[presidentpythia]

"I must need sleep more than I thought."

She takes her glasses off and pinches the bridge of her nose, then puts them very carefully back on again.

She hasn't seen him yet.

[callsignhusker]

He's not close enough to hear that. He can see the movement.

Carefully Adama leaves his coffee behind, and approaches, hands clasped behind his back.

"Madam President." Formally.

(He feels the lack of his glasses.

He'll never admit it.)

[presidentpythia]

She turns quickly to face him.

"Commander Adama." Roslin looks exhausted, and worried.

"What are you doing here? Has something else happened?"

[callsignhusker]

So much for an easier day.

"It's..." He casts a look to his right.

"Have you been here before?"

[presidentpythia]

"Of course I--"

She follows his look automatically and the words die in her throat.

Several seconds pass.

"I haven't, it would appear." Roslin looks up at him. "But that's impossible."

[callsignhusker]

That gets a very small, and very brief, and by no means unkind smile out of Adama. "Yeah." That's quiet. "If there's an explanation...I don't know it. But it's...what it appears to be."

[presidentpythia]

"Impossible, or some sort of bar?" she counters.

[callsignhusker]

Adama doesn't point out the window. The window.

"Both," he says. "I'm...guessing that you came from Colonial One?"

[presidentpythia]

"Yes, of course," she says.

"Commander, how did you get here? We don't have time for this-- how much time is left before the next jump?"

[callsignhusker]

The next --

Adama's face stills. "Every thirty-three minutes. Is that right?"

He's seen Lee and Kara from...ten months in the future. Less, now.

[presidentpythia]

"For two hundred and fifteen jumps now, yes," Roslin agrees. "I need to get back, Billy will be looking for me, there can't be much time left--"

[callsignhusker]

"You -- might find you have the time." Beat. "And you're going to need to make the time for this, Madam President."

This is Adama's quiet and implacable voice. "I spent my first time in here thinking it was a hallucination. It's not. There are things you should know." Beat. "And you could probably use a cup of coffee."

[presidentpythia]

He wouldn't be so calm-- well, that's not true. He likely would be outwardly calm if the fleet were in imminent danger, but Roslin is certain that Adama wouldn't lie to her about something this important.

She can't help but be envious that he doesn't look anywhere near as tired as she knows she does.

"All right, Commander." Roslin meets his eyes. "I'm listening."

[callsignhusker]

"First -- I've...run an experiment. Time doesn't pass on Galactica while I'm in here." He says this steadily. "There's no reason to think it would be any different for you."

Adama says this steadily because he knows how it sounds.

[presidentpythia]

She takes that in.

"And where exactly is 'here'?"