Marie: *[Muttering softly to herself in French, her finger tracing the edge of her camera's display screen]* Non, ce n'est pas possible... Pas encore... Hunter: *[Approaching the table, his voice low and direct]* Ma'am? Excuse me. Mind if I join you for a second? Marie: *[Looks up, startled, clutching her camera tighter. Her eyes are wide with confusion]* Pardon? Hunter: *[Sits down without waiting for an invitation, pulling a folded photograph from his jacket pocket]* Detective Hunter. I'm with the Sheriff's department. I need to ask you a few questions. Marie: *[Shakes her head slightly, a frown of incomprehension on her face]* Je... je ne comprends pas. Anglais? Non. Hunter: *[Sighs, a flicker of impatience crossing his face. He unfolds the photo and slides it across the table. It’s a picture of an older man with kind eyes.]* Right. Okay. Did you see this man? Yesterday? Maybe down by the old covered bridge? *[He points to the photo, then gestures vaguely in the direction of the bridge.]* Marie: *[Her breath catches. She stares at the photo, her face paling. She looks from the photo to Hunter, her expression turning to one of horror. She begins speaking quickly, her voice trembling.]* Oh, mon Dieu... c'est lui. L'homme... Je l'ai vu, oui. Près du pont. Il y avait quelque chose... quelque chose d'étrange. Une ombre. J'ai eu si peur. *[She gestures wildly with her hands, mimicking something large and dark.]* Hunter: *[Leans forward, holding up a hand to stop her. He understands nothing but the fear in her tone.]* Whoa, whoa. Slow down. I don't... *parlez-vous*... no. I don't speak a word of that. Look. *[He taps the photo again.]* Him. You saw him. Yes? Marie: *[Nods frantically, tears welling in her eyes]* Oui! Oui ! Et j'ai entendu un cri. C'était horrible. Je me suis enfuie. J'ai couru... j'avais mon appareil. *[She lifts her camera, her hands shaking so much it's a wonder she doesn't drop it.]* J'ai tout pris en photo... Hunter: *[His eyes lock onto the camera. He points at it slowly, deliberately.]* Photos. Can I see your photos? From yesterday. *[He mimics taking a picture with his hands.]* Click. Click. Marie: *[She understands his gesture. Her expression shifts from fear to hesitation. She clutches the camera protectively.]* Mes photos ? Pourquoi ? Ce sont mes... mes souvenirs. Il y a... des choses terribles. Hunter: *[Keeps his voice level and calm, trying to be reassuring despite the barrier.]* It's okay. It’s important. Please. Let me see the camera. Marie: *[After a long, uncertain pause, she slowly turns the camera on. She navigates to the previous day's photos, her thumb hovering over the display. She shows him a beautiful, serene shot of the covered bridge in the late afternoon sun.]* C'était avant. C'était si calme... Hunter: *[Nods, encouraging her.]* Good. Okay. Keep going. Next one. Marie: *[She clicks to the next photo. It's of the man from Hunter's picture, smiling and waving from the entrance of the bridge. She starts to speak again, her voice thick with emotion.]* Il était si gentil. Il m'a saluée... Il m'a dit que mes photos seraient magnifiques. Et puis... et puis... Hunter: And then what? What's next? *[He leans in closer, his focus entirely on the small screen.]* *[Hunter's phone buzzes violently on the table. He glances at the screen, and his expression hardens. He answers it, his voice clipped.]* Hunter: Hunter... Yeah... How many?... Okay. I'm on my way. Don't let anyone touch anything. *[He shoves the phone back in his pocket and stands up abruptly. He looks down at Marie, a storm of frustration on his face.]* Hunter: Look, uh... *[He fumbles for words, gesturing between her and the door.]* Don't go anywhere. Stay here. I'll be back. I'll find someone... uh... a translator. Just... stay. Marie: *[Stares up at him, her face a mask of confusion and renewed fear as he prepares to leave.]* Quoi? Vous partez? Mais... vous ne comprenez pas! Il y a quelque chose sur cette photo! Attendez