Run: 2024-08-09-01J4W2F9PX77WQ82RH1V3180SF

**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 occasionally glancing at 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 am sorry, I don't speak English. It was... it was terrifying.) **Hunter:** "Uh, okay. I don't speak French, but I need to know what you saw. Can you show me with your camera?" **Marie:** "Les photos... elles sont ici. Regardez." (The photos... they are here. Look.) **Hunter:** "Alright, let's see. Hmm, these are good shots, but I can't make out much. Can you tell me anything else?" **Marie:** "Je ne sais pas comment expliquer. C'était comme un cauchemar." (I don't know how to explain. It was like a nightmare.) **Hunter:** "I wish I understood. Maybe we can find someone to translate. Anything else you can show me?" **Marie:** "Je suis désolée, je ne peux pas aider plus." (I'm sorry, I can't help more.) **Hunter:** "It's okay. You've been helpful. I'll find someone who can translate. Thank you for your time." **(Hunter's phone rings, interrupting their conversation. He answers it, his expression turning serious.)** **Hunter:** "I have to go. Duty calls. If you remember anything else, please let me know." **Marie:** "D'accord. Bonne chance." (Okay. Good luck.) **Hunter:** "Thanks. I'll need it." **(Hunter nods and quickly exits the cafe, leaving Marie to her thoughts and her camera.)**