Marie: "Excuse me. I'm with the local police. Are you a student here? I need to ask you something about the disappearances near the old mill." Marie: (She clutches her camera strap tighter, shaking her head frantically). "Je ne comprends pas l'anglais. Je ne comprends pas l'anglais." Hunter: "Okay, calm down. I'm not arresting you. I just need to know if you saw anything strange around the area this week. Did you see anyone running or acting strange?" Marie: (She lowers her gaze but keeps her voice trembling, clearly speaking in French). "C'était hier matin. Je prenais des photos des pins. Mais quand j'ai regardé le développement... il y avait une zone grise. Mais elle bougeait." Hunter: "Your photo was blurry? So it was just a trick of the light?" Marie: "Non. Ce n'était pas la lumière. Il y avait un visage qui regardait à travers l'objectif. Il faisait un signe vers la rivière. Et il avait une cicatrice sur le cou. Je... je ne savais pas qu'il était derrière moi." Hunter: (He leans forward, squinting, clearly trying to process a student complaining about bad night photography). "You think you saw a ghost in the darkroom? Because that sounds like a pretty normal reaction for a developing print." Marie: (Her voice rises, urgent and scared). "Je ne suis pas sûr de l'objectif ! Regardez ! Je peux prouver ce que j'ai vu." (She slides her camera across the table). "Regardez le negative." Hunter: (He looks down at the camera screen, completely bewildered). "There's nothing but a blur of trees. Just static. Look, miss, I don't have time to debate your photography techniques. I'm a detective, I have to go investigate real crime scenes." Hunter: "I have to take this call. I'll be back later."