Selvi: (murmuring to herself in Hindi, looking at her camera's screen) "Yeh photo... woh gaadi... maine theek se dekha nahi tha. Par ab... yeh kya hai?" (This photo... that car... I didn't see it properly before. But now... what is this?) Hunter: (approaches the table, his footsteps heavy on the old wooden floor) Excuse me, ma'am. I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn Police Department. Mind if I have a word? Selvi: (looks up, startled. She clutches her camera to her chest.) "K-Kya?" (W-What?) Hunter: I'm asking about some recent events. Disappearances. You were seen taking pictures near Miller's Pond on Tuesday afternoon. Is that right? Selvi: (her face pales. Her eyes widen in fear. She starts speaking quickly, her voice trembling.) "Miller's Pond... haan... main wahi thi. Lekin maine kuch nahi dekha! Aap mujhe mat dhamkijiye! Maine aapko kuch nahi bataya!" (Miller's Pond... yes... I was there. But I didn't see anything! Don't threaten me! I didn't tell you anything!) Hunter: (holds up his hands, a confused but placating gesture) Whoa, slow down. I'm not threatening you. I have no idea what you're saying. Do you speak English? Any? Selvi: (shakes her head vigorously, tears welling in her eyes. She points at her camera.) "Nahi! Nahi English! Yeh dekho! Yeh meri camera hai! Maine yahi kiya! Bas photo liya! Uske baad main chali gayi!" (No! No English! Look here! This is my camera! This is all I did! I just took a picture! After that, I left!) Hunter: (sighs, frustrated. He points to the camera, then to her, trying to bridge the gap.) Camera. Photo. You saw something... with the camera? Something important? Selvi: (nods emphatically, still speaking in Hindi. She tries to turn on the camera to show him, but her hands are shaking too much.) "Haan! Haan! Photo! Main ek photo le rahi thi... aur... aur background mein... woh log... woh uske saathe the... aur phas gaya. Uski awaaz thi... maine suna... lekin main dar gayi. Maine kuch nahi kaha." (Yes! Yes! A photo! I was taking a photo... and... and in the background... those people... they were with him... and he was trapped. I heard his voice... I heard it... but I got scared. I didn't do anything.) Hunter: (runs a hand over his tired face. He can see she's terrified, but the words are just noise.) Okay. Alright. Just... calm down. I don't understand. I'm going to need to find someone who can translate. (Hunter's phone rings, a sharp, insistent buzz. He pulls it from his pocket.) Hunter: (answers the phone, his voice shifting to all-business) Hunter. ... Yeah? ... Are you sure? ... I'm on my way. (He hangs up and shoves the phone back in his pocket.) Hunter: (looks at Selvi, his expression a mix of urgency and frustration) I have to go. Don't leave this town. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back. We're going to talk again. You understand? Don't leave. (Hunter turns and strides out of the cafe, leaving Selvi alone, trembling and staring at her camera.)