## Scene: Cafe in Alborn, MN **INT. CAFE - DAY** Isabella sits at a table near the window, sunlight filtering through the glass and illuminating her face as she carefully examines the photos on her camera. Her brow is furrowed, her expression concerned. Hunter strides through the doorway, his boots making a distinctive thud on the tile floor. He's a tall man, broad-shouldered and with a weathered face, his eyes scanning the room until they settle on Isabella. She looks up, startled, and quickly closes her camera. **HUNTER:** (approaching her table) Excuse me, are you okay? I saw you staring intently at your camera, and you looked... troubled. Isabella stares back, speechless. **HUNTER:(cont.)** Maybe you're just tired, or maybe I'm a terrible judge of human emotions? I'm Hunter, by the way. He extends his hand, but she hesitates, her eyes wide and troubled. **ISABELLA:** (in Italian) Io non parlo inglese. (I don't speak English.) Hunter's face falls. **HUNTER:** (scratching his head) Oh, right. I forgot about the study abroad program. Well, that's okay. Maybe you can point me in the right direction... I'm looking for someone. He tries to explain, but Isabella shakes her head frantically. **ISABELLA:** (in Italian) No, no, no. Pericoloso. Trovare aiuto. (No, no, no. It's dangerous. Find help.) **HUNTER:** (confused) Find help? What do you mean? **ISABELLA:** (in Italian) La polizia. Trovare la polizia. (The police. Find the police.) She jumps up, grabbing her bag and camera, and rushes toward the door. **HUNTER:** Wait! What's going on? Isabella doesn't stop. She bursts out of the cafe, disappearing into the bustle of the street. Hunter sighs, shaken. His phone begins to ring. **HUNTER:** (into the phone) Yeah? What is it, Jenkins? ... Okay, I'm on my way. But I think I just ran into something... weird. He looks back at the cafe, at the empty table where Isabella had been sitting. A chill runs down his spine. There's something undeniably eerie about the whole situation. **(END SCENE)**