Here is the scene: Maria sat at a small café on Main Street, staring at her camera as if it held the answers to her worries. She was sipping on a cup of coffee, her eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep. Hunter, the local detective, approached her table, his expression serious. Maria noticed him and looked up, startled. Hunter took a seat across from her, his eyes scanning the café before focusing on Maria. Maria: "¿Qué quiere?" (What do you want?) Hunter: "Miss... I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating a recent event in town. I understand you might have seen something. Can you tell me about what happened last night at the apple festival?" Maria's expression turned troubled, and she began speaking rapidly in Spanish, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Lo que vi anoche fue terrible. La gente desaparecía como fantasmas. La música seguía sonando, pero todos habían desaparecido. Me sentí tan sola y asustada. Quise tomar una foto, pero mi cámara no funcionaba. ¡Dios mío, fue como un sueño!" Hunter's face scrunched up in confusion, his eyes narrowing in an attempt to understand. "I... I'm sorry, Miss. Can you speak English?" Maria's words slowed, and she looked at Hunter like he was speaking a foreign language (which, to her, he was). "¿Inglés? No entiendo." (English? I don't understand.) Hunter sighed, frustrated. "Okay... um... Do you... uh... habla... speak... uh..." He stopped and pulled out a piece of paper, attempting to draw a simple diagram of what he wanted to ask. Maria watched him, a mixture of concern and amusement on her face. Hunter's phone rang, and he groaned, answering it with a curt "Detective Hunter." He listened for a moment before standing up, his expression tense. "I have to go. I'll send someone to talk to you later, okay?" Maria nodded, still looking upset. Hunter nodded back and quickly paid for Maria's coffee before hurrying out of the café, leaving Maria to her thoughts. Maria's parting words followed him out the door. "Lo siento, detective. Ojalá hubiera podido ayudarlo." (I'm sorry, detective. I wish I could have helped you.) Hunter's confused expression was the last thing Maria saw as he disappeared into the crowd.