<scene> [Marie is sitting alone at a cafe table, looking intently at her camera.] [Enter HUNTER, shirt-sleeved, an annoyed look on his face. As he approaches, MARIE is startled and looks up.] MARIE [shaking her head]: Mon Dieu. Qu’est-ce qu’il me veut? [To herself, in French] Avez-vous vu mes photos d’hier soir? [HUNTER, genuinely concerned, crosses the distance to MARIE.] HUNTER: Ma’am, do you speak English? [Pause] Listen, I know it’s been strange around here lately, and the locals don’t always make the new folks feel welcome. [He glances at her camera.] But we need to get to the bottom of this, and I won’t stop until I figure it out. What’d you say? [Marie puts a hand to her mouth and looks at him in confusion.] MARIE [indicating the camera]: J’ai… je l’ai vue. HUNTER: You saw it? Saw what? MARIE [starts talking faster, her French becoming more broken as she struggles to be understood]: J’ai regardé le journal hier soir… sauvé de la foule… disparu dans la brume… HUNTER [raises an eyebrow]: I would’ve loved to help you find your journal, ma’am. But are you sure you’re not pulling my leg with this whole disappearing thing? [Suddenly, his phone begins to ring, an ear-shattering, high-pitched squeal.] It’s my partner—there’s been another ‘incident’ in the downtown square. [Marie opens her mouth to speak, but HUNTER ignores her.] HUNTER: I’m sorry. [He gives her one last glance and exits.] MARIE [to herself, muttering in shocked French]: Ce monsieur est tout sauf rassurant. </scene>