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[ The video feed clicks on to reveal Robert Capa — a man in his mid-thirties with shaggy hair (still damp from the tube where he awoke) and a five o'clock shadow and narrow shoulders covered by the ship's uniform he found in the locker marked with his identifying number. His eyes, bright blue, are particularly striking in that they are wholly calm, despite the latest series of events. The rest of his face is calm as well, the muscles of which never really rearrange themselves much to convey this emotion or that. When he speaks his voice is measured and even, though there is a certain start-stop to the cadence.

His words are prefaced with an inhale. It seems to steady him. ]

I guess I should start with the obvious question. We can figure out where to go from there, depending how the answers trend. [ Capa rubs his chin; the scrape of his stubble is audible. ] Is anyone here part of the ship's natural crew?

[ He pauses, letting that inquiry and whatever implications it may carry set in. There's a vague flicker of emotion, maybe worry, in the set of his mouth but it's as understated as the rest of him. ] And maybe, more importantly: can anyone recall how they got here?

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[ Corazon is quite for a long moment, breath unknowingly held as she just... absorbed what was said. What it meant. Her head shakes minutely, subconsciously denying it. ]

No, that's impossible. That's-- [ She looks to Mace, brow furrowed, as if expecting some kind of confirmation. ] ...impossible.

Just a... dream, perhaps? [ Lord, let it be, because what Capa is suggesting is just entirely too far from anything thinkable. There's no possible way they could have had a stow-away for 16 months and they'd all seen what happened to the rest of the Icarus II crew. ] There was no one else out there. They were all- [ Dead. ] gone. Just the four of us left.

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[ Mace is still staring at Capa, thoughts churning, sifting. In his mind, the floor beneath his feet jumps, and the dust of Icarus' dead crewmembers floats through the air like smoke. ]

No. [ It's not a dream. Can't be. Icarus hasn't been wrong thus far, and as much as he hates to admit it, Mace trusts Capa to speak the truth. He wouldn't lie about their chances at survival. ] Cory, you checked the oxygen reserves before we docked with Icarus I, and the math worked out. When we were out there—somebody took the mainframe out of the coolant. That was a manual override. Probably by the same crewmember who left that transmission.

We were docked. Nothing should've been able to decouple the airlock.

[ A beat, and then, directly: ] Capa. Do you remember how many bodies were in the observation room?