[The setting is a quaint cafe in Alborn, MN. The afternoon sun filters through the windows, casting a warm glow over the patrons. Marie is sitting alone at a table, her camera on the table, as she flips through the photos on the display. Hunter, with a determined look, approaches her table.] Hunter: "Excuse me, ma'am? I'm Detective Hunter. I understand you might have seen something unusual recently? We're investigating some strange occurrences around town." [Marie looks up, her eyes wide with surprise. She nods, recognizing the detective from posters around town. She responds in French, her voice shaky.] Marie: "Oui, monsieur. J'ai vu quelque chose d'étrange, hier soir, près du verger. Une lumière... comme une boule de feu dans le ciel. Et puis, ce matin, j'ai appris qu'une personne avait disparu. C'est terrifiant." [Hunter furrows his brow, not understanding her words, but he can tell by her tone and expression that she's troubled.] Hunter: "I'm sorry, I don't speak French. Do you speak English at all?" [Marie shakes her head, her hands gesturing in frustration.] Marie: "Non, désolée. Je ne parle pas anglais. Le ciel... fire? Feu dans le ciel?" [Hunter nods, piecing together what he can from her gestures and the few English words she's managed to include.] Hunter: "A fire in the sky? You mean like a meteor or something?" [Marie nods enthusiastically, relieved that Hunter seems to understand.] Marie: "Oui, exactement! Et puis, une disparition... ici, à Alborn." [Hunter takes out a notepad, jotting down notes.] Hunter: "A disappearance, you said? Can you tell me more about that? Was it someone you know?" [Marie shakes her head, her expression turning even more troubled.] Marie: "Non, je ne connais pas la personne. Mais c'est la deuxième ce mois-ci. Les gens sont inquiets." [Before Hunter can respond, his phone rings. He glances at the screen and sighs, standing up.] Hunter: "I'm sorry, I have to take this. Thank you for your help. If you remember anything else, please find someone who can translate and have them contact the police, okay?" [Marie nods, offering a small, worried smile as Hunter steps away to take his call.] Marie: "Bien sûr, monsieur. Bonne chance." [Hunter gives her a nod of gratitude before answering his phone and walking out of the cafe, leaving Marie to her thoughts and the unsettling images on her camera screen.]