Melanie: (sits alone at a small table, scrolling anxiously through photos on her camera) Hunter: (approaching) Excuse me, Miss. You were around the park yesterday, right? Did you see anything unusual? Melanie: (startled, glances up, responding hurriedly in German) Entschuldigung… ich… ich verstehe nicht… gestern war schrecklich… Ich habe etwas Seltsames gesehen, aber… (shakes her head, visibly shaken) Hunter: (frowning, confused) Uh… I didn’t catch that. Do you speak English? I just want to ask about the park yesterday. Melanie: (wrings her hands, still speaking in German) Nein, ich spreche kein Englisch… Im Park, da war ein Mann… es war so spät und— Hunter: Wait, slow down… I— (gestures as if struggling) I don’t understand… English? Just a little? Melanie: (shakes her head quickly, repeating, voice trembling) Nein… ich kann nicht… (motions helplessly to her camera) Fotos. Ich habe Fotos gemacht. Hunter: (noticing the camera, tries a different approach) Pictures? You took pictures? Yesterday? Melanie: (nods vigorously, then scrolls to a blurry image and points) Ja, hier… hier… das war… seltsam… (she looks worried, almost pleading) Hunter: (leans in, squinting at the camera’s screen) Is this from yesterday? The park? (pauses, trying to interpret her expression) You saw something—someone—strange? Melanie: (tears prick her eyes as she dabs her face, still in German) Es war furchtbar… Ich habe Angst… Bitte… (Hunter’s phone rings; he holds up a finger, then answers.) Hunter: Detective Hunter. Yeah? I’ll be there in five. (pockets phone, glances apologetically at Melanie) Hunter: Sorry, I have to go. But—stay here, okay? I’ll come back. (pauses awkwardly, then leaves) Melanie: (softly, clutches camera to chest) Was soll ich tun…