## Scene: Cafe Confrontation **Setting:** A quaint cafe in Alborn, MN. The smell of freshly baked apple pie lingers in the air. **(SOUND of cafe ambiance: soft chatter, clinking mugs, gentle music)** **(Selvi sits at a table near the window, her camera resting on the table. She's flipping through photos on the digital screen, a troubled expression on her face.)** **(SOUND of heavy footsteps approaching)** **Hunter:** (Gruff voice) Excuse me, ma'am. Mind if I ask you a few questions? **(Selvi looks up, startled. She stares at Hunter, her brow furrowed. She speaks rapidly in Hindi, her voice laced with anxiety.) **Selvi:** "(Hindi) ... kal raat ... park ... aadmi ... dekha ... dar gaya ... "(... last night ... park ... man ... saw ... scared ...) **Hunter:** (Frowning, a little impatiently) I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't understand. Do you speak English? **(Selvi shakes her head frantically, looking around for help. She points at the camera and then at a photo of the town park, her fingers trembling slightly.)** **Hunter:** (Squinting at the photo) The park? Were you there last night? Did you see something? **(Selvi nods vigorously, her eyes wide. She points at the photo again, then covers her mouth with her hand as if recalling something terrifying.) **(Hunter sighs, frustrated at the language barrier. He pulls out a small notepad and pen, sketching a stick figure and then an arrow pointing down. He shows it to Selvi.) **Hunter:** Down? Did something go down? Like... disappear? **(Selvi's eyes widen in understanding. She nods frantically, relief flooding her features.)** **(Suddenly, Hunter's phone rings. He groans and answers.) **Hunter:** (Into the phone) Yeah, Miller, what is it?... Right now?... Okay, be there in five. (To Selvi) Sorry, ma'am, gotta run. Duty calls. **(Hunter rushes out of the cafe, leaving Selvi with a troubled look on her face and a camera full of unanswered questions.)**