Here is the scene: Isabella sat at a small café in the heart of Alborn, sipping on a cappuccino and fiddling with her camera. She had been taking photos of the town's charming streets and landscapes all morning, but her mind was elsewhere. The recent news of the disappearances in the town had left her shaken. Just as she was reviewing her photos, a tall, imposing figure appeared in front of her. "Mind if I join you?" he asked gruffly, his no-nonsense attitude evident in his tone. Isabella looked up, startled, and hesitated for a moment before shrugging. The man sat down across from her, his eyes scanning her face before settling on the camera in her hands. "You're new around here, aren't you?" he asked. "I've seen you taking photos around town. What's your name?" Isabella hesitated, unsure of how to respond in English. "Sono Isabella," she replied in Italian, hoping he would understand. The man's expression changed to one of confusion. "I'm sorry?" he repeated. Isabella tried again, this time switching to simple Italian to convey her meaning. "Sono preoccupata per le scomparse. Ho visto qualcosa di strano ieri sera." (I'm worried about the disappearances. I saw something strange last night.) The man's confusion deepened, and he shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying," he replied. Isabella's eyes widened in frustration. She didn't know how to express herself in English, and the detective's lack of understanding only added to her anxiety. The detective leaned forward, his voice softer now. "Listen, I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating the disappearances. Can you try to tell me what you saw? Maybe we can find a way to communicate." Isabella took a deep breath and tried again, speaking slowly and using hand gestures to supplement her Italian. Hunter listened intently, his eyes locked on hers, but it was clear he didn't understand a word. Just as it seemed like they were getting nowhere, Hunter's phone rang. He apologized and answered it, listening for a moment before standing up. "I have to go. Can I get your number, and we can try to communicate later?" Isabella nodded, still feeling troubled and shaken. She scribbled down her number on a napkin, and Hunter took it before hurrying off. As he left, Isabella let out a sigh and buried her face in her hands. How was she supposed to help the detective if they couldn't even communicate? Voice sheet: Isabella: "Sono Isabella." Hunter: "I'm sorry?" Isabella: "Sono preoccupata per le scomparse. Ho visto qualcosa di strano ieri sera." Hunter: "I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying." Isabella: (speaking in Italian, using hand gestures) Hunter: "Listen, I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating the disappearances. Can you try to tell me what you saw? Maybe we can find a way to communicate."