Hunter: "Excuse me, miss? You're with the photography program, aren't you? I couldn't help but notice your camera earlier." Melanie: (Startled, tightening her grip on the camera strap) "Ja... aber ich spreche kein Englisch." Hunter: "Oh, right, of course. Sorry. I’m Detective Hunter. I was wondering if you could help me. I noticed you taking pictures of the old apple mill this morning. The view was beautiful, but your camera lens looked a little too dark, like you were trying to hide something. Do you know what happened there?" Melanie: (Eyes widen in genuine horror) "Es gab kein Bild. Es gab kein Bild. Ich... ich habe das Loch gesehen. Das große Loch. Es schrie... es hat geschrien vor Hunger." (There was no picture. There was no picture. I... I saw the hole. The big hole. It screamed... it screamed for hunger.) Hunter: (Frowning, tapping his temple) "I’m sorry, I don't speak German. I don't speak German at all. I just want to know if you saw anyone. Was there a crowd at the mill this morning?" Melanie: (Shaking her head frantically, gesturing wildly with the camera) "Nein! Keine Leute. Aber ich habe die Schritte gehört. Tiefe Schritte. Wie ein... wie ein Monster." (No! No people. But I heard the footsteps. Deep footsteps. Like a... like a monster.) Hunter: (Reaching into his jacket) "Look, I'm going to ask this one more time. Can you understand me?" Melanie: (Breathing heavily) "Ja... ich verstehe Sie. Aber... ich habe Angst." (Yes... I understand you. But... I am afraid.) Hunter: (Checking his watch) "Okay. Well, listen to me. Whatever you saw, just stay in the café. Don't go anywhere." (Hunter’s radio crackles). "Dispatch, this is Hunter. I'm coming in." (Hunter hangs up and walks away). "Sorry, I have to go. Good luck." Melanie: (Watching him leave) "Schließen Sie... die Tür. Bitte." (Close... the door. Please.)