Here is the scene: Selvi sat at a small café on Main Street, sipping a cup of coffee and staring at her camera's LCD screen. She was reviewing the photos she had taken earlier that day, trying to decide which ones to edit and share on social media. The warm glow of the setting sun had cast a beautiful light on the apple orchards just outside of town, and she had managed to capture some stunning shots. Just as she was deliberating over a particular photo, a tall, imposing figure appeared at her table. Selvi looked up to see a man with a stern expression and a detective's badge clipped to his belt. "Mind if I join you?" he asked gruffly. Selvi shook her head, and the man sat down across from her. "Hi, I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating a series of disappearances in the area. I understand you're a student here on a study abroad program?" Selvi's eyes widened slightly, and she nodded. Hunter leaned forward, his eyes locked intently on hers. "I've heard there was some kind of disturbance at the apple festival last night. Did you happen to see or hear anything unusual?" Selvi's expression turned troubled, and she began to speak in rapid Hindi. "Aaj raat mein kuch ajeeb tha... Maine ek darawani awaaz suni thi, lekin maine kisi ko nahin dekha..." Hunter's face scrunched up in confusion. "I'm sorry, miss...?" Selvi tried again, still speaking in Hindi, hoping the detective would somehow magically understand. "Kuch log bhagne lage the, aur phir achanak se sab kuch shaant ho gaya..." Hunter's expression didn't change, and Selvi realized he had no idea what she was saying. She felt a surge of frustration and fear. Why wasn't he understanding her? Hunter pulled out a small notebook and flipped it open. "Look, miss... I'm afraid I don't speak... uh... what is that you're speaking?" Selvi's eyes dropped, and she felt a lump form in her throat. Just then, Hunter's phone buzzed, and he excused himself to take the call. "Sorry, I need to take this. Excuse me." As he stood up and walked away, Selvi felt a mix of relief and anxiety wash over her. She knew she needed to find a way to communicate with the detective, but how? Voice Sheet: Selvi: "Aaj raat mein kuch ajeeb tha... Maine ek darawani awaaz suni thi, lekin maine kisi ko nahin dekha..." Hunter: "I'm sorry, miss...?" Selvi: "Kuch log bhagne lage the, aur phir achanak se sab kuch shaant ho gaya..." Hunter: "Look, miss... I'm afraid I don't speak... uh... what is that you're speaking?"