Marie: "Je n'arrive pas à m'empêcher de penser à ce troublant évènement. C'est très dangereux, et il semble s'élargir petit à petit." Hunter: "Hold on, did you say something about a troubling event? What happened, Marie? You look like you've seen something unsettling." Marie shakes her head, a mix of concern and fear in her eyes, as she recounts in choppy French, her words translated from Hunter's side, "The mayor's daughter asked me questions. Things felt wrong. She didn't know my name, not in English. We took a photograph of her in front of the old mill. Now, she's gone." Hunter scribbles notes... He leans forward, pulling out his cell phone. "Okay, hold on, I'm about to get a call. It could very well be a lead. Just hang in there, Marie, I'll investigate and keep you updated, we'll get to the bottom of this." He places his phone onto its cradle and takes a deep breath before standing up with a deliberate stride, ensuring he is ready for the next course of action. "Until next time. Alright, I'll be in contact soon." Marie watches Hunter leave, then closes her camera with a determined snap. "Nous devrons être sûrs." Hunter: "We'll make sure of it. Stay safe and keep your eyes open – these towns have secrets of their own. We'll talk soon."