Run: 2024-08-09-01J4W2B6HKBC2B0Q3E04CD9RSK

Here is the scene: Marie sat at a small café on Main Street in Alborn, gazing down at her camera with a look of concern. Hunter, a ruggedly handsome detective in his mid-30s, spotted her and walked over, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in her foreign appearance. "Excuse me, miss...?" Hunter began, unsure how to approach her. Marie looked up, startled, and Hunter's eyes locked onto her camera. "Ah, you're a photographer?" Marie nodded, responding in French, "Oui, je suis photographe... mais..." ("Yes, I'm a photographer... but...") Hunter's expression turned puzzled. "I'm sorry, miss...? I didn't quite catch that." Marie's eyes clouded over, and she spoke rapidly in French, gesticulating with her hands. "Hier soir, j'ai vu quelque chose d'étrange près de l'étang... Je me suis réveillée avec un mauvais pressentiment..." ("Last night, I saw something strange near the pond... I woke up with a bad feeling...") Hunter's face grew more confused, and he rubbed the back of his neck. "Miss... I don't... uh... I don't speak French." Marie looked crestfallen, realizing her mistake. She tried to simplify her words, speaking slowly in French, "La nuit... l'étang... mauvais...". Just then, Hunter's phone buzzed, and he excused himself, answering with a curt "Yeah?" He listened for a moment, then nodded and turned back to Marie. "Sorry, miss... I have to go. Can we talk later?" Marie nodded, still shaken, and Hunter hurried off, leaving her to wonder if she'd ever be able to communicate the strange occurrence to him. **Voice Sheet:** Marie: "Oui, je suis photographe... mais..." Hunter: "I'm sorry, miss...? I didn't quite catch that." Marie: "Hier soir, j'ai vu quelque chose d'étrange près de l'étang... Je me suis réveillée avec un mauvais pressentiment..." Hunter: "Miss... I don't... uh... I don't speak French." Marie: "La nuit... l'étang... mauvais..." Hunter: "Sorry, miss... I have to go. Can we talk later?"