Maria: (Whispering to herself, tracing the camera screen with a finger) "Las manzanas... ¡qué hermosas eran!" (The apples... how beautiful they were!) Hunter: (Approaching her table, his voice a low rumble) "Excuse me, miss? Mind if I ask you a few questions about something that happened in town yesterday?" Maria: (Startled, she looks up, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion. She hugs her camera closer. Her voice is trembling slightly as she speaks quickly in Spanish) "Oh, disculpe, señor. No entiendo. ¿Qué pasó? ¿Habla español? Estoy un poco asustada. Vi algo... algo muy extraño." (Oh, excuse me, sir. I don't understand. What happened? Do you speak Spanish? I'm a little scared. I saw something... something very strange.) Hunter: (His brow furrows, a hint of frustration already creeping into his expression. He holds up a hand, trying to be reassuring despite the language barrier) "Whoa, slow down. I'm just trying to figure out what happened at the old mill. You were seen in the area. Did you… see anything unusual there yesterday? Anything at all?" (He makes vague hand gestures, trying to convey "old mill" and "yesterday".) Maria: (Shaking her head vigorously, her eyes darting around as if reliving a memory. Her voice is strained, filled with distress) "¡Fue horrible! La luz... y luego el silencio. No había nadie. Las flores de allí... aplastadas. Y la niebla... ¡esa niebla apareció de la nada! No debería haber estado allí. Me sentí tan sola." (It was horrible! The light... and then the silence. There was no one. The flowers there... crushed. And the fog... that fog appeared out of nowhere! It shouldn't have been there. I felt so alone.) Hunter: (Sighs, running a hand through his short-cropped hair. He can tell she’s upset, but her words are just a jumble of sounds to him) "Look, I’m getting the distinct impression you saw something, and it shook you up. I need to know what that was. I don't speak Spanish. Is there anyone here who could translate? Maybe a friend?" (He gestures vaguely towards the cafe patrons.) Maria: (Her lips press into a thin line, a look of despair on her face. She clutches her camera tighter, her gaze dropping to the table) "No... no tengo a nadie aquí. Solo mi cámara. Me vine para estudiar. Y ahora esto. No puedo explicarlo. Mis palabras no sirven." (No... I don't have anyone here. Only my camera. I came to study. And now this. I can't explain it. My words are useless.) Hunter: (Leaning forward, his voice softening slightly, though still firm) "Alright. I understand you're scared, but this is important. People are missing. I need to know anything you observed. Anything. Did you see a car? Anyone unusual near the mill? Anything like that?" (He tries to mime a car and a person.) Maria: (Her eyes well up slightly, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. She shakes her head again, unable to meet his gaze) "Fue... como un hueco. Un agujero en el tiempo. Y las manzanas... no estaban. No había nada. Solo... el vacío." (It was... like a void. A hole in time. And the apples... they weren't there. There was nothing. Just... the emptiness.) Hunter: (Just as he's about to try another approach, his phone vibrates insistently. He pulls it out, glancing at the screen. His expression hardens, and his no-nonsense attitude returns full force) "Dammit. Look, I’m sorry, I gotta go. More disappearances. This isn’t over, miss. We'll have to try this again, with a translator next time." (He gives her a curt nod, already turning to leave.) Maria: (Watches him go, a fresh wave of fear washing over her. She whispers to herself, her voice barely audible) "Desapariciones... ¿Qué está pasando aquí?" (Disappearances... What is happening here?)