Maria: *sighs as she looks at the camera* "photography is my salvation. I cannot process what I've seen... the fear, the despair. I thought Alborne would be a peaceful retreat, but something's wrong. Lives are being taken, and we cannot undo the pain." Hunter: *listens intently, then stops her* "Ma... you know, I don't know much Spanish, but I had therapy once. They said my PTSD started just from a disconnected thought. They... honestly, forget I said that, okay? I need to know what you saw." *Hunter has a look of deep unease on his face* "What location did you photograph, last night? Where's your next shot going to be? I need you to stop this, stop photographing victims. I need you to help me understand what's going on." Maria: *cries tears un-restrained, with a facial expression of despair* "I did not mean to include the victim. A girl, small, brown hair. She was a runner who went to the park at night. She... she wasn't afraid... then shadow." *as Maria's memories resurface once again, she continues in English* "I...I don't exactly know what I saw. It was shadow and then nothing. The camera continued to click, snapping the same shot over and over. I looked down and she was gone, just nothing. I am sorry. I just want these... not these memories." *sniffles while crying through the English communication* "I just wanted these memories."