Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95SYCCYNTZ2V9MET433VWM

Okay, here is the scene written as a voice sheet. --- **Scene:** A quaint cafe in Alborn, MN. Sunlight streams through the window. Melanie sits at a small table, engrossed in her camera, scrolling through images. Detective Hunter approaches her table. --- Melanie: (Looks up, startled as Hunter approaches. Her hand instinctively moves to cover her camera slightly.) Hunter: Ma'am? Excuse me. Melanie: (Her eyes widen slightly, a flicker of apprehension crossing her face. She offers a hesitant smile, then realizes she can't speak his language.) Hunter: My name is Detective Miller. Alborn Police. I'm investigating… some incidents. I was told you might have been near the old creek road late yesterday? Melanie: (Her face clouds over with distress. She shakes her head, her voice rushing out, laced with fear and confusion in her native tongue.) Ich war dort. Oh Gott, ich habe etwas gesehen. Es war… es war furchtbar. Ich kann es immer noch hören. Hunter: (Frowns, leaning forward slightly. He blinks, clearly not understanding a word.) I'm sorry, I don't speak German. Can you understand me? English? Melanie: (She gestures desperately with her hands, her distress evident. She points to herself, then shakes her head emphatically, before pointing to her camera.) Nein! Deutsch. Nur Deutsch. Aber Sie müssen es wissen! Dieses Auto… es kam aus dem Nichts. Und dann… dann war sie weg! Eingesperrt! Hunter: (His brow furrows further. He looks at her camera, then back at her worried face. He tries to simplify, using gestures.) Car? Dark car? Took someone? Where? (He mimes a car driving away with his hands, then points vaguely in different directions.) Melanie: (She shakes her head, tears welling up. She fumbles with her camera, trying to find a specific image, her fingers clumsy with nerves.) Im Wald. Nahe dem Fluss. Ich habe den Mann gesehen, der sie hineingezogen hat. Seine Augen… die waren leer. Absolut leer. Ich habe versucht, eine Aufnahme zu machen… hier… (She finds a photo – perhaps a blurry shot of a dark sedan partially obscured by trees, difficult to discern details.) Das ist alles, was ich habe. Es ging zu schnell. Hunter: (He squints at the image on her camera, his detective instincts kicking in despite the communication barrier. He pulls out his phone, glancing at it. A sharp, insistent ringtone cuts through their difficult exchange. He sighs, his gaze flicking from the phone to Melanie.) Look, I’m sorry, I’m getting a call. This is… this is important. I need to go. Melanie: (Her face falls, looking desperate.) Sie gehen? Aber die Information… Hunter: (He puts his hand up, his no-nonsense demeanor returning, mingled with a hint of frustration and newfound concern.) I have to. But I will find someone who speaks German. Or I’ll be back myself. Don't go anywhere. This isn't over. (He turns and walks away briskly, already speaking into his phone.) Miller. Yeah, I'm on my way.