[ It's very, very brief, but the sadness is there. Chase not in Capa's room, however--she's in the med bay and judging from how she's sitting she's been there for quite a long time, staring directly at a locker with a number that's not hers. She clears her throat and then begins: ]

The Doctor isn't here anymore. I believe there were others from his universe about Tranquility, but I regret to inform you he's gone. A lot of our population has recently decreased.

[ But more importantly, he's gone. Around her neck is a bowtie she's managed to fashion out of paper, and she makes a point to adjust it. They're cool, after all. ]

...And yet we're no closer to the truth and we're chasing around theories. Silly theories. Silly theories when people disappear right under our noses and all we're doing is sitting around letting it happen.

Right.

[Greetings, everyone! This is Captain Jack Sparrow. Perhaps you've seen him around?

Once he recognizes that he's turned the feed on, he points a finger at the screen, raising his eyebrows expectantly at you. He also might be just a bit drunk, judging by the bottle of rum in his hand.]

Right. So, there's been an awful lot of talk goin' on lately, and not a lot of doin'. S' tell me.

[He spreads his arms to the side.]

Is anyone actually plannin' on doing anything? Or are we gonna sit here and talk till we up and disappear like everyone else? Cause, let me tell you, mate. Talkin' ain't gonna get us nowhere. Never has, never will. And I ain't about t'sit around like a damsel until me unlikely demise. Again.

I say, If we're gonna do something about it, we all get together an' do something.

Savvy?