Here is the scene: **[Cafe, Alborn, MN - Day]** Marie sits at a small table outside the cafe, fiddling with her camera. Hunter approaches her, and clears his throat to get her attention. Hunter: Excuse me, miss... um, yes...? Marie looks up, startled, and responds in French: Marie: "Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais je ne sens rien de drôle. C'est comme si... comme si le ciel lui-même s'était déroulé en pesanteur." (Because I don't know why, but I don't feel anything funny. It's like... like the sky itself had weighed down on me.) Hunter's face contorts with confusion. Hunter: Huh? Sorry... I didn't catch that. English, please? Marie looks troubled, tries to gather her thoughts. Marie: "Il y a eu... evet hier... un garçon disparaît. Je l'ai vu, mais il n'est plus là maintenant." (Last night... a boy disappeared. I saw him, but he's not here now.) Hunter's expression turns serious. He leans in, taking out a notebook and pen. Hunter: Okay... so you were saying the kid was gone? Can you tell me more?