Selvi: (Selvi sits at a small table, gazing blankly at the photographs on her digital camera. Her brow is furrowed with worry. After a few moments, she glances up and notices Hunter approaching.) Hunter: (He walks up to Selvi's table, his face etched with concern.) Miss, I'm Detective Hunter. I wanted to ask you a few questions about the events that transpired yesterday at the festival. Selvi: (Selvi's eyes widen with distress at the mere mention of the festival incident. She shakes her head vigorously and holds up a hand, as if warding off the painful memories.) N-nahin, nahin! Main samajh nahi sakti. (I don't understand. I can't comprehend it.) Hunter: (He frowns, realizing there may be a language barrier issue. He tries again, speaking slowly and enunciating his words.) Miss, please... Can you tell me what happened? What did you see at the festival? Selvi: (Selvi trembles, tears welling up in her eyes. In an anguished voice, she replies in Hindi.) Maine dekha tha, Hunter Saab... Ek ladka, ek chhoti si ladki... Usko le ja raha tha koi bhi! (I saw it, Sir Hunter... A boy, a young girl... Someone was taking them away!) Hunter: (Hunter looks increasingly perplexed and frustrated, unsure how to proceed with this clearly traumatized foreign exchange student.) Ladki? Ladka? (Girl? Boy?) What do you mean someone was taking them away? Please, try to explain in English. Who was taking who? Selvi: (Selvi buries her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she weeps softly. Through choked sobs, she continues in Hindi.) Maine socha tha ki unko koi khudkushi kiya tha... Par us ladki ke muh pe ek patli si line thi! (I thought they must have been murdered... But there was a thin line on that girl's face!) Hunter: (Hunter runs a hand over his face in agitation. He's completely lost now, not understanding a word. He tries once more.) Miss, I need you to slow down and try to give me a clearer picture of what you saw. Who did what to whom? In English please. Selvi: (Selvi lifts her tear-stained face and stares at