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[mr_gaeta]

Just over a year ago, Gaeta made an implicit promise to Laura Roslin: keep an eye on Milliways

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[presidentpythia]

It had been a shock to her to realize just how much she'd missed this.

Never mind that this classroom, this school, is more than a little unconventional -- from time to time, she's able to set aside everything else and simply enjoy the process of teaching, no more or less than that.

"Very good," she says now, to her youngest students. "Now, who can tell me the names of all Twelve Colonies?"

[mr_gaeta]

Cautiously, Gaeta brushes one of the tent flaps aside, just enough to peer inside and assess whether or not he'd be interrupting.

It seems he would be: he stays put.

Inside, a few hands in the front row shoot up.

[presidentpythia]

Her gaze flickers to the tent door, but no more than that; she's in the middle of something, and Laura Roslin has never been one to let distraction overly affect her work.

She nods to one of the students, smiling. "Go ahead, Jennifer."

"Um, Aerilon, Gemenon, Tauron," the child starts. "Canceron, Aquaria?" She looks to her teacher for confirmation, and receives another nod and an encouraging smile.

"Picon, Leonis, Sagittaron... Virgon, Scorpia... Libran... and New Caprica!" she finishes, enthusiastically.

[mr_gaeta]

The girl looks very young, like she couldn't have been more than two or three when the bombs fell.

Gaeta closes his eyes.

(Not for the first time, either, he thinks of Nicky Tyrol, and the handful of other children who never saw the Colonies at all.)