Melanie: *Melanie is sitting at a small outdoor table in front of a quaint cafe in the heart of Alborn, MN. She is intently studying the screen on her digital SLR camera, occasionally making small adjustments. Her brow furrows slightly as she concentrates.* *The cafe bustles with activity, as residents and tourists alike enjoy a beautiful late summer day. Waitresses in red aprons flit between tables, delivering coffees and pastries. A chalkboard sign advertises a special - Apple Cinnamon Latte.* *Hunter strides down the sidewalk, his eyes scanning the crowd. He spots Melanie and makes his way over to her table with purpose. When he reaches her, he clears his throat to get her attention.* Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter Reeves with the Alborn Police Department. Do you have a minute to answer a few questions? *He pulls out a small notebook and pen.* *Melanie looks up, startled by the sudden interruption. Her blue eyes widen at the sight of the police officer. She sets her camera aside and replies hesitantly,* Ja, ich denke schon... *As Melanie begins to speak, her voice is soft and tinged with nervousness. Every so often she pauses, as if searching for the right words.* ...ich war gestern Abend spazieren und habe etwas gehört, das... wie ein Hilferuf klang. Es kam aus der Nähe des alten Lagerhauses am Flussufer. Ich bin mir nicht sicher, aber ich hatte Angst... *She shivers slightly and wraps her arms around herself.* *Hunter frowns, not understanding a word. He jots a few quick notes, then tries again.* I'm sorry miss, I don't understand. Did you witness something last night? Something troubling? *His tone is clipped and businesslike. He leans forward, trying to read Melanie's facial expression for clues.* *Melanie shakes her head in frustration and replies again, her voice growing more agitated,* Nein, Sie verstehen nicht. Ich habe Angst, dass etwas Schlimmes passiert sein könnte! *She stands abruptly, knocking over her chair.* Ich muss hier weg! *Quickly gathering her belongings, Melanie hurries away from the table, glancing back anxiously over her shoulder.* *Hunter watches her go with a puzzled frown. After a moment, he shrugs and continues on his way. It's not the first time a witness has gotten spook