Marie: *(Whispering to herself, flicking through photos on her camera's display)* "Non... non, ce n'est pas possible. Où est-il allé?" Hunter: "Excuse me, ma'am? Miss... Dubois?" Marie: *(Looks up, startled)* "Pardon? Je... je ne comprends pas." Hunter: *(He pulls out his badge briefly, his voice low and serious.)* "Detective Hunter. I need to ask you about yesterday. Down by Miller's Creek. You were taking pictures." Marie: *(Her eyes widen in recognition at the name of the creek. She clutches her camera to her chest, her knuckles white. The words pour out of her, trembling.)* "Le ruisseau! Oui, j'y étais. C'était... oh, mon Dieu, c'était si étrange. Il n'y avait personne. Un silence de mort. J'ai vu son écharpe, la rouge... elle était accrochée à une branche, comme une main qui disait au revoir. Mais il n'y avait personne! Juste le vent... j'ai eu si froid tout d'un coup." Hunter: *(He stares, his brow furrowed in a mask of utter confusion. He holds up a hand.)* "Whoa, hey, slow down. I have no idea what you just said. Do you speak any English? English?" Marie: *(Shakes her head, looking frustrated and scared. She turns her camera around, her fingers fumbling with the buttons.)* "Non... English, non. Regardez. Please... regardez." *(She finds the photo of a lone, crimson scarf snagged on a barren tree branch over the creek.)* "Voilà! Juste ça! Personne. Personne!" Hunter: *(He leans in, squinting at the small screen. He points a thick finger at the scarf.)* "The scarf. We found it. Was anyone with it? A man? A woman? Person?" *(He gestures vaguely to an imaginary person standing next to the tree in the photo.)* Marie: *(She shakes her head vigorously, her voice rising with a frantic edge.)* "Non, non! Personne! C'est ça le problème! La solitude... c'était anormal. Pas un bruit, pas un oiseau. Comme si le monde entier retenait son souffle. J'ai pris la photo et je suis partie en courant. J'avais peur." *(She mimes running and shivers dramatically, wrapping her arms around herself.)* "Peur!" Hunter: "Okay... 'pear'... you were scared. I get that." *(His phone buzzes loudly on the table. He glances at the caller ID and his expression hardens. He answers with a clipped tone.)* "Hunter... Yeah... You're sure it's him? Damn it. Ten minutes." Marie: *(She watches him, her anxious French questions tumbling out.)* "Qu'est-ce qui se passe? Avez-vous trouvé quelque chose? C'est à propos de l'homme qui a disparu?" Hunter: *(He stands up abruptly, pocketing his phone. He looks down at her, the urgency of the call overriding his patience.)* "Look, I gotta go." *(He points a finger at her, then at the table.)* "You. Stay. Here. In town. Don't go anywhere. Understand?" *(He grabs a napkin, scrawls his cell number on it, and slides it across the table.)* "Call this if... well, just stay put." Marie: *(She stares at the napkin, then back up at his retreating back, more confused and frightened than ever.)* "Attendez! Monsieur! Mon Dieu..."