Here is the scene: (The cafe is quiet, with only a few patrons scattered about. Maria sits at a small table by the window, her camera in front of her. She's staring at the screen, her brow furrowed in concern. Hunter walks in, spots her, and approaches.) Hunter: Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn police department. I understand you might have some information about the recent... (he consults his notebook) ...disappearance of Emily Wilson? Maria: (looking up, worried) Ay, sí... La niña desaparecida. Estoy muy inquieta. Vi algo anoche, algo raro. ( Translation: Ah, yes... The missing girl. I'm very worried. I saw something last night, something strange.) Hunter: (skeptical) I'm sorry, miss... (he consults his notebook again) ...I don't speak Spanish. Can you tell me in English? Maria: (shaking her head, frustrated) No, no... (she tries to compose herself) La chica... she was In the park. I was taking photos... (she gestures to her camera) ...and I saw something. Un hombre. (She searches for the right word) A man. Following her. Hunter: (confused) Un hombre? A man? Can you describe him? Maria: (struggling to express herself) Sí... (she rummages through her camera, showing Hunter the screen) Aquí. La foto. (Here. The photo.) This man. (She shows him a photo of a grainy figure lurking in the shadows) Hunter: ( studious, trying to make sense of the photo) I'll take this... (he makes a note) Can you... (he struggles to ask) ¿Cómo se dice... (realizing it won't work) Never mind. Maria: (exasperated) ¡Por favor! (Please!) You have to find her! ( Just then, Hunter's phone rings. He answers, listens, and nods.) Hunter: Excuse me, Miss... (he glances at Maria's camera) What's your name, by the way? Maria: (still frustrated) María. Hunter: (into phone) Yeah, I'll be right there. (to Maria) I have to go. We'll send someone to translate and get a full statement from you, María. (Maria nods, still looking worried, as Hunter hurries out of the cafe.)