**Voice Sheet: Café Scene – Alborn, MN** --- **Setting:** A quiet, cozy café in Alborn, MN. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, and soft jazz plays in the background. Isabella sits at a corner table, her camera in hand, scrolling through recent photos. Hunter, in his usual no-nonsense demeanor, approaches her table. --- ### **Scene Dialogue** **Hunter:** *(approaching, flashing his badge briefly)* "Excuse me, ma’am. I’m Detective Hunter. Mind if I ask you a few questions?" **Isabella:** *(looks up, startled, clutching her camera tighter. She shakes her head slightly, confused, then responds in rapid Italian)* "Scusi? Non capisco. Non parlo inglese…" **Hunter:** *(frowns, rubbing his temple)* "Right. Uh… *parla*… English?" **Isabella:** *(shakes her head, eyes widening with concern. She gestures to her camera, then to the window, speaking quickly in Italian)* "No, no, mi dispiace! Sono qui solo per le foto… il paesaggio, la festa delle mele! Non so niente di… di quello che sta succedendo!" **Hunter:** *(sighs, pulling out a small notepad. He flips through it, then looks back at her, frustrated)* "Alright, let’s try this. You were at the apple festival yesterday, right? Did you see anything… unusual?" **Isabella:** *(nods slowly, then hesitates. She bites her lip, her voice trembling as she speaks in Italian)* "Sì… sì, ero lì. Ma non so se è importante. Ho visto un uomo… vicino al bosco. Sembrava… spaventato. Poi è scomparso. Non so se—" **Hunter:** *(interrupts, holding up a hand)* "Whoa, whoa—slow down. I don’t understand a word you’re saying." **Isabella:** *(frustrated, she mimes taking a photo, then points toward the woods outside town. She mimics someone running, then vanishing into thin air. Her hands shake slightly.)* "Un uomo! Nel bosco! *Sparito*!" **Hunter:** *(watches her gestures, then exhales sharply. He pulls out his phone, taps it a few times, and holds it up—Google Translate open.)* "Alright, let’s do this the hard way. Say it again, slow." **Isabella:** *(takes a deep breath, speaking carefully into the phone’s microphone)* "Ho visto un uomo vicino al bosco durante la festa. Sembrava che qualcuno lo inseguisse. Poi… è scomparso. Non so chi fosse, ma aveva paura." *(The phone translates in a robotic voice:)* **"I saw a man near the woods during the festival. It seemed like someone was chasing him. Then… he disappeared. I don’t know who he was, but he was scared."** **Hunter:** *(listens intently, jotting notes. His expression darkens.)* "Did you see who was chasing him?" **Isabella:** *(shakes her head, her voice barely above a whisper in Italian)* "No… era troppo buio. Ma ho sentito… dei passi. E un rumore strano, come un… *clic* metallico." *(Translation:)* **"No… it was too dark. But I heard… footsteps. And a strange noise, like a… *metallic click*."** **Hunter:** *(pauses, then leans in slightly)* "Metallic click? Like a gun?" **Isabella:** *(gasps, her eyes widening. She nods quickly, then covers her mouth with her hand.)* "Sì… forse. Non lo so!" *(Translation:)* **"Yes… maybe. I don’t know!"** **Hunter:** *(stands abruptly, his radio crackling. He listens for a moment, then sighs.)* "Alright, I gotta go. But I might need to talk to you again. You got a place to stay in town?" **Isabella:** *(nods, pulling out a crumpled festival map with her host family’s address circled. She points to it.)* "Sì, qui. Con la famiglia Johnson." *(Translation:)* **"Yes, here. With the Johnson family."** **Hunter:** *(takes the map, nods, then hesitates. He pulls a business card from his pocket and slides it across the table.)* "If you remember anything else—*anything*—call me. Or find me at the station. Got it?" **Isabella:** *(takes the card, staring at it like it’s a foreign object. She nods slowly.)* "Va bene…" *(Translation:)* **"Okay…"** **Hunter:** *(gives her a curt nod, then turns to leave. He pauses at the door, glancing back at her.)* "Stay out of the woods, alright?" *(He doesn’t wait for a response before stepping out into the crisp Minnesota air.)* --- **End Scene.**