Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2FTWXX4S60NN55F30YQJZM

**VOICE SHEET** **SCENE:** *Interior – The Rusty Mug Café, Alborn, MN. Mid-afternoon. MARIA sits alone at a corner table, a steaming mug of coffee untouched before her. She stares at the display screen of her camera, scrolling through photos with a troubled expression. HUNTER enters, spots her, and approaches. He stops at her table and clears his throat.* --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me. You're the student with the camera, right? I saw you at the town square yesterday." **Maria:** *(looks up, startled; her eyes are red-rimmed)* "Lo siento, ¿habla inglés? No... no entiendo." **Hunter:** *(frowns, speaks slower)* "The disappearances. The two men last night. You were photographing the sunset near the old mill. Did you see anything unusual?" **Maria:** *(hands trembling, she sets the camera down)* "Vi algo. No quiero haberlo visto, pero... había una luz. No una linterna. Algo... azul. Y luego corrí." **Hunter:** *(squints, leans in)* "I don't—look, I need you to slow down. Do you know anyone who can translate?" **Maria:** *(gestures helplessly, points at the camera)* "La foto. Está aquí. Mire." *She turns the camera toward him. He looks at the screen—a blurry image of a strange, glowing blue light near the edge of a field.* **Hunter:** *(rubs his jaw)* "That's... not a phone light. That's something else. Where was this taken?" **Maria:** *(presses a hand to her chest, voice cracking)* "El molino viejo. Detrás del árbol grande. Había un hombre de pie, mirando la luz. Luego él... desapareció." **Hunter:** *(growing frustrated, but trying to stay calm)* "I'm sorry. I don't understand a word you're saying. Can you write it down? Something? Anything?" **Maria:** *(shakes her head, tears welling)* "No sé escribir en inglés. Solo español. Lo siento, lo siento mucho." *She buries her face in her hands. Hunter hesitates, then pulls out his notebook and flips to a blank page. He scribbles something and slides it toward her. It's a single line: "TIME?" with an arrow pointing up.* **Maria:** *(wipes her eyes, reads it, then writes beneath it: "11:47 p.m.")* **Hunter:** *(nods slowly)* "Eleven forty-seven. Good. That's something." *His phone buzzes loudly. He pulls it from his pocket, glances at the screen, and his expression hardens.* **Hunter:** *(to Maria)* "I have to go. Another one just went missing. Same spot." *He taps the camera screen with his finger, then points at himself and then back at the café.* **Hunter:** "I'll come back. Stay here. *Stay.* Understand?" **Maria:** *(nods, but her face is pale)* "Entiendo. Vuelva, por favor." **Hunter:** *(already moving toward the door, muttering to himself)* "I'll find a translator. Somehow." *He exits. Maria stares at the door, then slowly turns the camera back on, scrolling to the photo of the blue light. Her hand shakes as she zooms in.* --- **END OF SCENE**