The Abyss glows with a fiery haze. Adama sits at a table in his black suit, 
smiling and fingering his walking stick. No fewer than seven women are keeping 
him company, fawning over him, kissing him, laughing and smiling, whispering in 
his ears. Any one of the seven could have stepped out of a body shop advert. In 
the fiery haze of the Abyss, all appear to be redheads. As Tikki approaches, 
Adama briefly gestures. The seven females coo and smile, lean in to hug and kiss 
him about the head and neck, then turn to leave.