Here is the scene: Isabella sat at a small café on Main Street, sipping on a cappuccino and staring at her camera's LCD screen. The photos she had taken earlier that day of the Alborn countryside were stunning, but she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. She looked up as a tall, imposing figure approached her table. Hunter flashed a badge and introduced himself in a firm tone. "Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Mind if I ask you a few questions?" Isabella looked up at him warily, not fully understanding what he was saying, but sensing the gravity of the situation. Hunter's eyes narrowed as he asked, "Can you tell me where you were on the night of the apple festival?" Isabella's eyes widened, and she launched into a rapid-fire response in Italian, her hands gesturing wildly. "Io ero al festival(...) io ho visto qualcosa di strano(...) un uomo è scomparso (...) non so cosa sia successo!" Hunter's expression changed from expectant to confused. He shook his head, clearly not understanding a word. "I'm sorry, miss...I don't speak Italian. Can you please speak English?" Isabella's words slowed, and she repeated herself, hoping he would somehow magically comprehend. "Io ho visto un uomo...è sparito!" Hunter rubbed his temples, frustration creasing his brow. "Look, I think we're not communicating here. Can you...uh...try to slow down?" Just then, Hunter's phone buzzed. He answered, listened for a moment, and stood up, apologizing. "Sorry, miss...duty calls. I'll need to talk to you again later." As he walked away, Isabella slumped back in her chair, feeling defeated and worried. Voice Sheet: Isabella: "Io ero al festival...(io ho visto qualcosa di strano...un uomo è scomparso...non so cosa sia successo! / Io ho visto un uomo...è sparito!" Hunter: "Can you tell me where you were on the night of the apple festival? / I'm sorry, miss...I don't speak Italian. Can you please speak English? / Look, I think we're not communicating here. Can you...uh...try to slow down?"