**Scene: A quaint cafe in Alborn, MN. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as Marie sits at a small table, her camera resting in her hands. She appears deep in thought, her eyes scanning through the photos she has taken. Hunter, with his usual determined stride, approaches her table.** --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter. I noticed you were at the scene of the recent event. Can I ask you a few questions?" **Marie:** "Je suis désolée, je ne parle pas anglais. C'était tellement effrayant... je ne sais pas quoi faire." (I am sorry, I don't speak English. It was so frightening... I don't know what to do.) **Hunter:** *pauses, looking perplexed* "Uh, I'm sorry, I don't understand French. Can you... maybe show me something on your camera?" **Marie:** *gestures to her camera, flipping through the photos* "Regardez, ici... c'est ce que j'ai vu." (Look, here... this is what I saw.) **Hunter:** *leans in, trying to make sense of the images* "Okay, I see. But I still need to know what happened. Can you... draw it or something?" **Marie:** *shakes her head, looking frustrated* "Je ne sais pas comment expliquer... c'était comme un cauchemar." (I don't know how to explain... it was like a nightmare.) **Hunter:** *sighs, rubbing the back of his neck* "Alright, alright. I wish I could help more. Maybe I can find someone to translate." **Marie:** *nods, still visibly shaken* "Merci... je suis vraiment inquiète." (Thank you... I am really worried.) **Hunter:** *his phone rings, he glances at the caller ID* "I have to take this. I'll be back, okay? Stay here." **Marie:** "D'accord, je vais attendre." (Okay, I will wait.) **Hunter:** *nods, stepping away to answer the call* "Hunter here. Yeah, I'm on it..." --- **Scene ends with Marie watching Hunter leave, her fingers nervously tapping on her camera, hoping for some resolution.**