**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... c'était terrifiant." (I'm sorry, I don't speak English. It was... it was terrifying.) **Hunter:** *pauses, looking perplexed* "Uh, okay. I don't speak French. Can you... um, show me what you saw? Maybe on your camera?" **Marie:** *nods, her hands trembling slightly as she turns the camera towards him* "Regardez... ici. Les photos... elles montrent quelque chose d'étrange." (Look... here. The photos... they show something strange.) **Hunter:** *squints at the camera screen, trying to make sense of the images* "I see... something. But I can't tell what it is. Can you... draw it or something?" **Marie:** *frustrated, she gestures with her hands, trying to convey urgency* "C'est important! Vous devez comprendre!" (It's important! You must understand!) **Hunter:** *sighs, rubbing the back of his neck* "I wish I could. Maybe I can find someone to translate. Just... stay here, okay?" **Marie:** *nods, looking relieved yet still anxious* "Merci... s'il vous plaît, faites vite." (Thank you... please, hurry.) **Hunter:** *his phone rings, and he answers it, listening intently* "Yeah, I gotta go. But I'll be back. Don't go anywhere." **Marie:** *watches him leave, her expression a mix of hope and worry* "D'accord... je vais attendre." (Okay... I will wait.) --- **Hunter exits the cafe, leaving Marie to ponder the mysterious events captured in her photographs.**