Hunter spots Selvi sitting at the cafe, deep in thought as she examines her camera. He approaches her table. Hunter: "Excuse me, miss? I'm Detective Hunter. I've been investigating a series of disappearances around town. I was wondering if you'd seen anything unusual lately?" Hunter gestures to the empty seat across from Selvi, hoping she'll allow him to sit. He notices she seems distracted and troubled about something. Selvi looks up, her brow furrowed. In halting English, she says: Selvi: "I...I have not seen anything. But I feel... something is not right here. The people, they act strange." She shakes her head, as if trying to clear her thoughts. Her hands tremble slightly as she sets down her camera. Hunter sits down, intrigued. He wonders why this foreigner senses something off about their small Midwestern town. The language barrier makes it difficult to uncover the details, but he's compelled to keep trying. Over the next half hour, they engage in a circuitous conversation, Selvi conveying her unease with body language and fractured phrases. Hunter scribbles notes, even though he's not sure what to make of her suspicions yet. Just as they seem to be communicating a bit more effectively, Hunter's phone buzzes with an incoming call. He glances at the screen - it's his partner with an urgent update on the case. Hunter: "I'm sorry, I have to take this. Please, if you think of anything else, find me." He gives Selvi his card and rush off to answer the call, leaving the obviously upset Indian student alone with her unsettling premonitions. Hunter's gut tells him this unlikely encounter may prove pivotal somehow.