Here is the scene: Maria sat at a small table outside the cozy cafe, sipping a cup of coffee and staring at her camera's LCD! screen. She had taken some amazing shots of the Minnesota landscape, but her mind kept wandering back to the strange occurrence she had witnessed the night before. Just as she was starting to zone out, a rugged-looking man with a stern expression approached her table. He flashed a badge and introduced himself as Detective Hunter. Hunter: "Mind if I ask you a few questions, miss?" Maria looked up at him, startled, and replied in Spanish: Maria: "¿Qué pasa? ¿Qué quiere saber?" (What's going on? What do you want to know?) Hunter's face scrunched up in confusion. Hunter: "Sorry, I...uh...don't speak...um..." Maria's eyes widened, and she took a deep breath before continuing in Spanish: Maria: "Vi algo anoche que me ha dejado muy asustada. Un hombre desapareció en frente de mis ojos." (I saw something last night that has left me very scared. A man disappeared right in front of my eyes.) Hunter's expression changed from perplexed to concerned, but he still looked lost. Hunter: "I...I don't understand. Can you...uh...speak English?" Maria shook her head, frustration creeping into her voice: Maria: "No, no hablo inglés. ¿Cómo puedo explicarle...?" (No, I don't speak English. How can I explain...) Just as the conversation was starting to go nowhere, Hunter's phone rang. Hunter: "I'm sorry, miss...I have to take this." He answered the call and listened for a moment before nodding and ending the conversation. Hunter: "I have to go. I'll...uh...send someone who can translate." Maria watched as Hunter walked away, feeling a mix of relief and worry. What was happening in this small town, and how could she communicate the danger she had witnessed?