Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2DSFDWMZ5CPN09TNY94CCD

**Scene:** A small café in Alborn, MN. Marie sits alone at a corner table, frowning at her camera’s display screen. A half-empty coffee cup sits nearby. Hunter enters, spots her, and approaches with a measured stride. **Hunter:** "Excuse me. You’re the student from the study abroad program, right? I’m Detective Hunter. I need to ask you a few questions about last night’s apple festival." **Marie:** *(looks up, startled, then responds in rapid, distressed French)* "Pardon ? Je ne comprends pas. Mais… cette chose que j’ai vue… dans mon appareil photo… ce n’était pas normal. Il y avait une ombre, et puis plus rien." *(Hunter blinks, clearly lost.)* **Hunter:** "Uh… Sorry, I don’t speak French. Do you understand any English? English?" *(He points to his mouth and speaks slowly.)* "Last. Night. The festival. Did you see anything strange?" **Marie:** *(shaking her head, voice trembling)* "Non, non, je ne parle pas anglais. Écoutez, j’ai pris une photo du pommier près du stand de cidre. Quand j’ai regardé l’écran… une femme était là. Puis elle a disparu. Disparue !" *(She gestures frantically at her camera screen, then at the empty space around her.)* **Hunter:** *(sighs, rubs his forehead)* "Look, I’m getting nowhere here. One word? Anything? Disappear? Missing person?" *(He mimes a person vanishing.)* **Marie:** *(eyes widening)* "Oui ! Oui ! Disparue ! Une femme !" *(She jabs at the camera screen, tears welling.)* "Elle était ici, puis elle n’était plus. Comme les autres." **Hunter:** *(leans in, tone serious, now pointing at the camera)* "You saw a woman disappear? In the photo? Can I see?" **Marie:** *(hesitates, then slowly turns the camera toward him, speaking softly)* "Regardez. Juste là. Vous voyez ?" *(Hunter peers at the image—a blurry shot of the apple tree, a shadow near its base, and then a second, cleaner shot with nothing but leaves. His phone buzzes.)* **Hunter:** *(pulls out phone, listens for a moment, face hardening)* "I gotta go. That was dispatch. Another one just went missing—same spot." *(He takes a card from his pocket, slides it across the table, and points at it.)* **Hunter:** "Hunter. My number. If you remember anything else, come find me at the station. Or get someone to call." **Marie:** *(picks up the card, looking lost and anxious)* "Je ne sais pas quoi faire…" **Hunter:** *(gives her a long look, then nods once)* "I’ll find a translator. Don’t leave town." *(He turns and strides out of the café, leaving Marie alone with her camera and her fear.)*