Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2H8XVJJK7MHTDFN4EVA134

**Voice Sheet – Café Scene** **Location:** A small café in Alborn, MN. **Time:** Late morning. **Marie** sits at a corner table, staring intently at the screen of her camera. She scrolls through photos, her brow furrowed. **Hunter** approaches, badge visible on his hip. --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss? I’m Detective Hunter. I’d like to ask you a few questions about what happened at the apple festival last night." **Marie:** *(looks up, startled, then speaks rapidly, voice trembling)* "Je… je ne comprends pas. Pardon, je ne parle pas anglais. J’ai vu quelque chose d’horrible. Un homme… il a disparu dans la brume. J’ai pris une photo, regardez…" **Hunter:** *(blinks, leans in slightly)* "I’m sorry, I don’t speak French. Do you understand me at all? English?" **Marie:** *(shakes her head, holds up the camera screen, pointing at a blurry image)* "Là ! Il était là, et puis plus rien. La brume est venue si vite. Je ne dormirai plus jamais tranquille." **Hunter:** *(frowns, tries to read her expression)* "You look really shaken up. I’m guessing something bad happened. Are you a witness? Can you show me?" *(gestures toward camera)* **Marie:** *(nods vigorously, hands him the camera, speaking faster)* "Oui, oui, prenez-le. Je ne veux plus le voir. L’homme, il a crié, puis… silence. Comme si la terre l’avait avalé." **Hunter:** *(looks at the photo, then back at her)* "This is… odd. I don’t know what you’re saying, but that picture might be important. Do you have a phone? Someone who can translate?" **Marie:** *(pulls out her phone, opens a translation app, types frantically, then shows him the screen)* [Translation: "I saw a man disappear into fog. He screamed. I took this photo. Please help."] **Hunter:** *(reads, eyes widening)* "Disappear? That matches the other reports. Okay, you need to come with me to the station—" **Hunter’s phone rings.** He glances at the caller ID, holds up a finger. **Hunter:** "Hold that thought. I have to take this." *(steps away, answers)* "Hunter here. … What? Another one? At the old mill? I’m on my way." **Hunter** ends the call, returns to Marie, and speaks apologetically while pointing at the camera and then at himself. **Hunter:** "I gotta go. Keep that camera safe. I’ll find someone who speaks French and come back for you. Don’t leave town, okay?" **Marie:** *(confused but nods, her voice soft)* "D’accord. Je reste ici. Faites attention, monsieur le détective." **Hunter:** *(gives a short, unsure nod, then hurries out of the café)* **Marie** watches him leave, then turns back to her camera, her hands shaking. --- **End of scene.**