## Scene: Cozy Cafe in Alborn, MN **(SOUND of cafe chatter and gentle jazz music)** **(Isabella sits at a small table by the window, meticulously reviewing photos on her camera. She looks troubled, her brow furrowed.)** **(Hunter walks in, his tall frame and military bearing standing out amidst the cafe's cozy atmosphere. He spots Isabella and approaches her table cautiously.)** **Hunter:** Excuse me, ma'am. I'm Detective Hunter. I was hoping to ask you a few questions. **Isabella:** (Startled, she looks up, her eyes wide. She speaks quickly in Italian, her voice trembling slightly) *Ma chi è? Cosa vuole? Cosa sta succedendo?* **(Hunter stares at her, completely lost. He frowns.)** **Hunter:** Uh... I'm sorry, I don't... speak... (He gestures helplessly) **Isabella:** (Frustration creeping into her voice) *Non capisco! Non parlo inglese! * **(She gestures wildly around the cafe, then points to herself and then to her camera.)** **Isabella:** *Fotografo! Fotografo!* **Hunter:** (A slow smile spreads across his face. He nods) **Hunter:** Photography? You're a photographer? **(He pulls out his notebook and pen) Camera? Pictures? Good. Maybe you saw something... important. It's about the disappearances, you see. Have you noticed anything unusual lately? Anyone acting strange?** **(Isabella listens intently, then shakes her head vigorously.)** **Isabella:** *No, no, no!* *È terribile! Ma non ho visto niente!* **(She gestures again, this time with a pained expression on her face, pointing vaguely at the sky.)** **Isabella:** *C'è qualcosa nel cielo... qualcosa di bianco...* **(Hunter scribbles furiously in his notebook. He glances up at the sky, then back at Isabella.)** **Hunter:** White... in the sky? You're sure? **(Isabella nods, her eyes wide with fear.)** **(Suddenly, Hunter's phone rings. He answers it with a curt "Hunter." He listens for a moment, his expression hardening.)** **Hunter:** Yes, I'm on it. I have a lead. (He looks at Isabella apologetically) I'm sorry, I have to go. But please, if you remember anything else, anything at all, come to the police station. We'll have someone there who speaks Italian. **(He shakes her hand briefly and turns to leave, his jaw set with determination.)** **(SOUND of cafe chatter resumes)** **Isabella:** *Attendere! Cosa... cosa mi sta succedendo?* **(Hunter exits the cafe, leaving Isabella alone with her camera and her growing sense of unease.)**