It was the end of a long, terrible day. The fires that had been started by Cylons crashing their ships into the Galactica had finally been extinguished, but the death toll was terrible. There was some good news - the Commander had survived his injuries, Muffit, though badly damaged, was repairable, and the firefighter he had rescued would recover. And Starbuck had saved Apollo's life. Starbuck, Apollo and Boxey stood at the altar erected to the Lords of Kobol. They lit candles and prayed for the dead and injured. Most of all, they prayed for peace. After Boxey had been put to bed, Apollo and Starbuck simply stood and looked at each other. "There's so much I want to say," Apollo told Starbuck. "I don't know where to start." "Start at the beginning," his friend suggested. Apollo sank into a chair. He covered his face with his hands. "This is the worst thing that's happened since the Destruction. So many dead. So many injured. I never realized before how vulnerable we are to attack. I thought that we would be safe on a battlestar. Today I learned that we're not." Starbuck sat next to him. "I know that this has been a terrible day. But we're alive. We survived." "So many of us didn't," Apollo said sadly. Then he looked up. "Thank you," he said. "For what?" "For saving my life." "You'd do the same for me," Starbuck replied. Apollo stood and held out a hand to Starbuck. "Come to bed," he said simply. "Let's celebrate life, while we still have it." And they did. END 09/11/2001