Here's the scene with dialogue formatted as a voice sheet: *** The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon-dusted pastries hung heavy in the air of Alborn’s only cafe, a charming spot appropriately named “The Apple Core.” Marie, her brow furrowed in concentration, sat tucked into a corner booth, the cool metal of her camera resting in her lap. Her gaze was fixed on the small LCD screen, scrolling through a series of photographs she'd taken earlier that morning of the town's autumnal landscape – vibrant reds and oranges painting the trees that lined the winding river. The beauty of the scenery was a small comfort, but a tremor of unease still ran through her. Hunter, his uniform crisp and his expression perpetually stoic, scanned the cafe. His eyes, sharp and assessing, landed on the young woman with the camera. She was new in town, easily spotted. He walked directly to her table, pulling out the chair opposite her without a word. Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Detective Miller. I'm investigating the recent disappearances. Were you in town last Tuesday, around the old mill pond?" Marie looked up, startled by the sudden voice. She blinked, her large eyes wide, and her grasp tightened on her camera. His words, a rapid stream of syllables, meant nothing to her, but his serious demeanor and the uniform spoke volumes. He was… official. Her heart gave a sudden lurch. Marie: "Pardon? Je… je ne comprends pas. Excusez-moi." *(Pardon? I… I don’t understand. Excuse me.)* Hunter’s brow furrowed. He hadn't anticipated a language barrier. He tried again, speaking slowly, deliberately, as if enunciating each word would magically translate it. Hunter: "Disappearances. Last week. Mill pond. Did you see anything unusual?" Marie shook her head, her expression growing more troubled. The word "disappearances" was somewhat universal in its unsettling tone, even if the precise meaning was lost. The gravity in his voice, the intense look in his eyes, stirred a fresh wave of fear. She remembered the unsettling quiet that had fallen over the town, the hushed conversations she'd overheard, always accompanied by hand gestures pointing towards the edge of town. Marie: "Oh, mon Dieu… La semaine dernière… près de l'étang… C'était… C'était horrible. Je… je me promenais avec mon appareil photo, et le silence… C'était un silence si lourd. Il y avait une sensation… une sensation d'absence. J'ai vu… J'ai vu des choses. Mais je ne comprends pas ce que vous dites. C'est si frustrant!" *(Oh, my God… Last week… near the pond… It was… It was horrible. I… I was walking with my camera, and the silence… It was such a heavy silence. There was a feeling… a feeling of absence. I saw… I saw things. But I don't understand what you're saying. It’s so frustrating!)* Hunter just stared at her, utterly lost. He could tell she was upset, possibly even distressed, but her torrent of French was completely indecipherable. He ran a hand over his face, a rare sign of exasperation. Hunter: "I… I don't understand French. Not a word. Can you… English? Parlez-vous Anglais?" Marie: "Non. Je suis désolée. Je ne parle pas anglais. Je suis ici pour mes études. C'est très difficile de ne pas pouvoir communiquer. Surtout quand… Quand il y a des problèmes." *(No. I am sorry. I do not speak English. I am here for my studies. It is very difficult not to be able to communicate. Especially when… When there are problems.)* Hunter sighed, a low, frustrated sound. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. He truly needed to understand what she was saying. Hunter: "Okay. Okay. Just… try to understand me, then. Did you… *see* anything? Anything unusual for a small town? Anything you can point to?" He gestured vaguely towards the window, then mimed taking a photograph. Marie's eyes followed his gestures, a glimmer of understanding sparking. The camera in her lap felt heavy. Marie: "Ah! Les photos! Oui, oui, j'ai beaucoup de photos. J'ai pris les arbres. Et… J'ai pris l'eau. Mais… il y avait quelque chose. Une atmosphère. Très… étrange. Je sentais… un froid. Même si le soleil était là. Et puis… j'ai vu des marques. Dans la terre. Près de l'eau. Comme si… quelque chose avait été traîné." *(Ah! The photos! Yes, yes, I have many photos. I took the trees. And… I took the water. But… there was something. An atmosphere. Very… strange. I felt… a coldness. Even though the sun was there. And then… I saw marks. In the earth. Near the water. As if… something had been dragged.)* Hunter leaned forward, intently watching her hands as she mimed a dragging motion. This was something. Hunter: "Dragged? Big marks? Small marks?" He spread his hands wide, then brought them closer together. Marie matched his gesture, showing a medium width. Marie: "Moyennes. Pas énormes. Mais… persistantes. Elles allaient… vers la forêt." *(Medium. Not huge. But… persistent. They went… towards the forest.)* Hunter was about to press her for more details – what direction, what kind of marks – when his phone vibrated violently. He pulled it out, glancing at the caller ID, his expression hardening. Hunter: "Miller." He listened for a moment, his jaw clenching. "Right. I'm on my way." He snapped his phone shut, his focus instantly shifting from Marie to the urgent call. He stood abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the cafe floor. Hunter: "Look, I need to go. Something just came in. Stay here. Don't leave town. I'm going to find someone to translate, and I'll be back. Okay? Don't move." Marie looked up at him, her face a mask of confusion and lingering fear. She understood "don't leave town" and "back" from his tone and gestures, but the urgency in his eyes was unmistakable. Marie: "Mais… qu'est-ce qui se passe? Est-ce que… c'est grave?" *(But… what's happening? Is it… serious?)* But Hunter was already turning, striding quickly out of the cafe without another backward glance. Marie watched him go, the full weight of her isolation and the town's unspoken dread settling heavily on her shoulders. She looked down at her camera, her only companion in this bewildering new world, and slowly began to scroll through her photographs again, searching for the "marks" she had seen.