[Melissa's broadcasting from her apartment, which is finally starting to look more like a home instead of a mostly empty space with a few sticks of furniture. She needs pictures to hang on the walls still, but other than that...She smiles into the camera, and waves a little bit.]

Hi, good morning everybody. I'm not really sure if I should be doing this, but maybe somebody can help me?

I understand there's a hospital here, but they don't exactly have an HR department. And I don't exactly have any proof to back up my resumé. But, I am a fully-trained ER nurse, qualified for both long-term and emergency care. I have my NCLEX-RN certification, and a bachelor's in nursing.

If anybody has an "in" to a hospital job, I'd be really grateful. Thank you!

I'll keep this short, but I thought I should make casino-related announcements during this -- likely very brief -- period of calm in which none of us are... pirates, or any other such unfortunate thing.

[He looks down at a pile of papers on his desk -- because where else would he be found but in his office at the casino, of course? -- and then back up at the camera with a little smile.]

The first matter of business is that Theo seems to have... disappeared. While I hope that this is a temporary anomaly, and hope for a quick return, this also gives me the chance to mention that, with business as good as it has been, the casino is in need of another card dealer. If you feel like you qualify, you can talk to me.

Second, I'm also looking to hire some musical entertainment. Ever since Ruby left --

[The sad expression that flits across his face is almost imperceptible, but definitely there.]

-- in any case, if you can sing, or play piano, or both, come have a word with me. These're good jobs, if you don't mind odd hours.

video;

[BLIP. On goes the video feed. He looks like he's in some sort of a garage.]

Yo, Cityzens. Your man, Deacon here. Glad that we gave our little buddy Kat a solid welcome. We need to depend on as many bodies as possible. I'll get to that in a second.

I hope we're not all water logged from that pirate business. The domes held up okay. We weren't expecting just how much the sensory deprivation would go. So uh, we're gonna go back to the drawing board there. Look, we're still working it out the best that we can. There's so much ground to cover from the curses, to the barriers to the clock.

[Deacon goes aside a moment. He picks up a guitar and pulls the strap over his head. While he's talking he does a little adjusting of the chords. Just a little. After his eyes are focused on the camera, his hands are still.]

A little guy, you probably didn't know him, everyone called him Snickle was with us from the start. Bean pole sort of a guy, all his skills were in the brain more then the body. All the same he was right there in the trenches going headlong to study what made the barrier tick. Sort of a bloodhound for details. Much of what we got so far has his fingerprints all over it. We were trying to focus on the workings of the clock.

[He looks down and sniffs. Just a noise okay. He rubs his mouth and chin before going on.]

Well. His work done him in. [Deacon looks away and nods a bit before back up to the camera.] He was completely toasted. By my watch it's been about twenty seven hours. Snick hasn't revived. You know what that means. All those warnings about what protects them are no joke. Snickle knew it. He also knew what was to gain.

Can everybody take a moment to raise a glass, bottle...sippy cup to my man Snickle? He's one of you, one of us. We're not going to forget you, bro. And we're not gonna be giving up.

A moment of silence, Cityzens.

[There is that moment a good three minutes or so. The pick that was resting against the strings of the guitar is now between his fingers as he strums out a little bit of something. It's a goodbye, man.]

The curious wonder of all the new entrees into the City society.

Have a job listing.

Looking for: one mechanic, experience necessary, to assist in the day-to-day operations of a small-scale garage.

One manager, no experience necessary, preferably with an acute interest in women's shoes, to keep things tidy.

And I suppose, one more position, whatever you think you can do, prove your case to me.

I miss Mr. Eames.