The aroma of freshly baked apple pie, a permanent fixture in Alborn, MN, did little to soothe Selvi’s frayed nerves. She sat in the corner booth of “The Daily Grind," a cafe that served as the town’s unofficial meeting hall, her fingers tracing the cool metal of her camera. The lens, usually a gateway to capturing the beauty of her new surroundings, felt alien and heavy today, a stark contrast to the images swirling in her mind. The bell above the door jingled, announcing a new arrival. Selvi glanced up, her heart giving an involuntary lurch. It was Detective Hunter. He was a man who seemed carved from Alborn’s sturdy oak trees – broad-shouldered, with an expression that rarely softened. He approached her table with a stride that spoke of purpose, his gaze sharp and assessing. Hunter stopped by her booth, his brow furrowed slightly. "Excuse me," he began, his voice a low rumble, "I'm Detective Hunter. We're investigating a few incidents. I understand you might have been near Miller's Creek yesterday evening?" Selvi’s eyes widened, a flicker of pure panic igniting within them. The words, when they came, were a torrent of distress, tumbling out in her native Hindi. "Oh, Officer, *woh bahut khaufnaak tha!* A man… he was just standing there, by the water. Then, *ek jhatke mein, woh gayab ho gaya*! Just vanished! It was so sudden, so… unnatural. *Main samajh nahi pa rahi hoon yeh kya tha*." Her hands fluttered, her breath coming in short gasps. She clutched her camera tighter, as if it were a shield. Hunter stood frozen, his expression shifting from mild confusion to outright bewilderment. The rapid-fire Hindi was a complete mystery to him. He understood "Officer," but the rest landed like a foreign language, which, of course, it was. He blinked, trying to decipher the distress etched on her face. "I'm sorry," he said slowly, his voice even gentler now, searching for any clue in her expression. "Could you… could you repeat that? In English, if possible? I don't… I don't speak Hindi." Selvi’s shoulders slumped. The hope in her eyes extinguished, replaced by a fresh wave of frustration and fear. She tried again, pointing vaguely towards the window, her voice trembling. "*Idhar… Miller's Creek ke paas*. *Ek aadmi khada tha*. *Phir… whoosh! Gayab!*" She mimed a vanishing act with her hands, her eyes wide with remembrance. Hunter watched her pantomime, a knot forming in his stomach. She was clearly terrified, and clearly trying to communicate something significant. But the language barrier was a gaping chasm between them. "Okay," he said, his voice tinged with a professional weariness. "Vanished. Near Miller's Creek. I… I see you seem very upset." He pulled out a small notepad and a pen, his gaze flicking between her and the exit. "Did you see anything else? Anyone? A car?" Selvi shook her head vehemently, her lips pressed into a thin line. She couldn't explain the chilling stillness, the unnatural void where the man had been. Her Hindi felt inadequate to capture the surreal horror of it. She managed a single, choked word, "No." Just as Hunter was about to try another approach, his pager vibrated insistently in his pocket. He pulled it out, a grimace crossing his face. "Damn it," he muttered, glancing at the glowing screen. "Look, I apologize, but I have to go. Something's come up at the station. If you remember anything else, anything at all, please come by the police department. Or… find someone who can translate for you." He gave her a nod, a silent acknowledgement of their failed attempt at communication, and turned, his boots echoing on the linoleum floor as he exited the cafe, leaving Selvi alone with her unanswered questions and the lingering scent of apple pie. *** **Voice Sheet:** **Selvi:** "Oh, Officer, *woh bahut khaufnaak tha* A man… he was just standing there, by the water. Then, *ek jhatke mein, woh gayab ho gaya*! Just vanished! It was so sudden, so… unnatural. *Main samajh nahi pa rahi hoon yeh kya tha*. *Idhar… Miller's Creek ke paas*. *Ek aadmi khada tha*. *Phir… whoosh! Gayab*!" (Mimes a vanishing act with her hands, eyes wide.) "No." **Hunter:** "Excuse me. I'm Detective Hunter. We're investigating a few incidents. I understand you might have been near Miller's Creek yesterday evening?" (Pauses, looks confused) "I'm sorry. Could you… could you repeat that? In English, if possible? I don't… I don't speak Hindi." (Listens to her explanation and miming) "Okay. Vanished. Near Miller's Creek. I… I see you seem very upset. Did you see anything else? Anyone? A car?" (Pager vibrates) "Damn it. Look, I apologize, but I have to go. Something's come up at the station. If you remember anything else, anything at all, please come by the police department. Or… find someone who can translate for you."