Isabella: (scrolling through photos, muttering softly in Italian) "Non posso crederci… cos’era quella cosa che ho visto ieri sera…?" Hunter: (approaching, flashing his badge) “Excuse me, miss. I’m Detective Hunter with the Alborn police. Can I ask you a few questions about last night?” Isabella: (startled, clutching her camera) “Mi scusi… non capisco…” (She shakes her head, clearly upset.) Hunter: (slowing his speech, gestures to the camera) “Camera. Last night. You saw something? Did you take pictures?” Isabella: (her voice trembling, looking at her camera) “Sì, sì, la macchina fotografica… ma… era spaventoso… una persona? Non lo so. Era buio.” (She looks distressed, hugging her camera.) Hunter: (confused, furrows brow) “Sorry, I don’t speak… ah, Italiano? Uh…” (He points to himself) “Detective. Police. Trouble in town. Did you see anything unusual?” Isabella: “Non capisco… ieri, nel parco… c’era… urla, poi una figura—sparita!” (She gestures frantically, trying to show a figure disappearing.) Hunter: (sighs, pulls out his notepad) “Okay. You… park, last night?” (Mimes walking, then points.) “You saw—someone?” (Points, then makes a vanishing gesture.) Isabella: (nods quickly) “Sì! Sparita! Scomparsa!” (Waves her hands, then presses a trembling finger to a photo on her camera display for Hunter to see.) Hunter: (leans in, studies the photo, still lost) “Okay, I think you saw something. Thank you. I wish I had a translator right now…” (Isabella looks both relieved and frustrated, trying to convey urgency.) (Is Hunter’s phone rings.) Hunter: (glances at his phone, answers) “Yeah, this is Hunter. …All right, I’m on my way. Listen, thanks for your time, miss. Uh, grazie?” Isabella: (nods, repeating softly) “Grazie… detective…” Hunter: (tips an invisible hat, hurries off, still shaking his head in confusion.) (End scene.)