If something didn't happen to change this situation -- quickly -- the colony was doomed.
So after work, Robb and I harvested a few frames of brood-comb from our QEII hive. We found some comb with newly-laid eggs and brushed off all of the "nurse bees." I packed the frames into my mobile swarm-catching box, wrapped that in a neat bundle, and I delivered it all to the beekeeper in Berkeley.
If all goes well, her bees will find developing brood of exactly the right age to raise into a new queen or three. The beekeeper and her partner will leave the bees to settle in, and will check on their progress in a week and a half.
Delivering babies is a great gig. I brought a bundle of promise, and returned home with a jar of honey and a bottle of vin d'orange as a trade. I rather enjoy being the bees' stork.