**Scene: "A Troubling Encounter at the Café"** **Location:** Cozy Cup Café, Alborn, MN **Time:** Late Morning, a few days before the annual Apple Festival **Voice Sheet:** **Marie:** *sitting at a small table, staring at her camera with a mixture of concern and fear etched on her face* *looks up as Hunter approaches* **Hunter:** *standing over her table, his expression a blend of curiosity and authority* "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I join you for a minute? I'm Detective Hunter, investigating some... disturbances in town. I understand you're a visitor. Did you by any chance witness anything unusual around the time of the Henderson boy's disappearance?" **Marie:** *alarmed, speaking rapidly in French, her hands slightly shaking as she gestures* "Je suis allée prendre des photos près de l'ancien moulin à vent hier soir, et j'ai vu quelque chose de très étrange. Une personnecourtait dans les bois, mais khi j'ai voulu prendre une photo, elle a disparu. Et puis, j'ai trouvé cela..." *holds up her camera, clearly distraught* "...sur mon appareil photo ce matin. Je ne comprends pas comment c’est arrivé là." **Hunter:** *confused, furrowing his brow* "I... uh... Sorry, miss. I don't understand. Could you please speak in English? I'm afraid I don't know French." **Marie:** *realizing, looking flustered and worried, attempts to find the right words but ends up speaking slower in French, hoping for comprehension* "Des... photos. Étrange. La nuit... *pauses, seeing Hunter's confusion deepen* Oh, mon dieu... comment vous expliquer?" **Hunter:** *pulls out a small notebook and flips through the pages, stopping at a blank sheet* "Okay, let's start with something simple. Your name, please? And what brings you to Alborn?" **Marie:** *writes slowly in the notebook, hoping to compensate for the language barrier* "M-A-R-I-E. Étudiante. *draws a simple camera* Photographie." **Hunter:** *nods, just as his phone rings* "Detective Hunter... *listens for a moment, his expression turning serious* I have to go. Miss... Marie, if you could come down to the station later? Maybe we can find a translator to... *trails off, already standing up and answering his call in full detective mode*" **Marie:** *nods, still looking troubled, watching as Hunter quickly departs, then whispers to herself in French* "Mon dieu, qu’est-ce qui se passe dans cette ville?"