[Sound of footsteps approaching.] Isabella: "Io ... ho visto qualcosa." (I saw something.) Hunter: "Cosa?" (What?) [sound of confusion] Isabella: "Sono scappa. Era al fiume, le ultime luci dello stesso sole ancora dipinge le sue ultime palette sul suo corpo." (She ran. She was by the river, the last rays of sunlight were still painting her final tableaus on her body.) Hunter: [looks even more confused] "Okay, that sounds ominous. And you saw this ...?" Isabella: "Sì. Fumava di liquor, la bella fiorella sul capo era in fumo." (Yes. She was drunk, the beautiful flower in her hair was shrouded in smoke.) Hunter: [pauses] "And what else do you know about her? Was she with anyone? Did you get a good look at her face?" Isabella: "Non l'ho vista più, ma sono sicura che ella sia ancora nei pressi della riva. Il vento aveva una tonalità spettrale quando io la vidi lasciare il sentiero sulla sponda e la prateria, un senso di spavento lo sollevava dai capelli, il terrore del tempo che sarebbe seguito." (I didn't see her again, but I'm sure she's still by the shore. The wind had a spectral quality when I saw her leave the trail by the shore and the meadow, fear rising from her hair, the fear of the time that would follow.) [Phone buzzes.] Hunter: "Excuse me a minute." [He pulls out his phone.] Isabella: "Chiedi aiuto..." (Ask for help...) [under her breath] Hunter: "Thanks for telling me that, Isabella." [Putting phone away] "You might've just given me a break in this case." Isabella: "Si, perché devono proteggere quelli che sono più fragili in questa vita, persone come lei che perdono la loro guida verso il male, a causa del fumo nella testa." (Yes, because they need to protect the most vulnerable in life, people like her who lose their way toward evil because of the smoke in their heads.) [Footsteps move away.] Hunter: "This isn't your responsibility. Stay safe." [Isabella nods solemnly.] End of conversation. <|system|>