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Isabella: *(murmuring to herself, scrolling through photos)* "No... non è possibile. Cosa ho fotografato?" Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I ask you a few questions? I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn PD." Isabella: *(startled, clutching her camera)* "Oh! Mi ha spaventata. No, no, io... io non parlo inglese." Hunter: "I'm investigating some disappearances around town. You were near Miller's Orchard last night, weren't you? A witness saw someone with a camera." Isabella: *(eyes widening, speaking quickly)* "La fattoria? Sì, ero là! Ho visto qualcosa... una luce, e poi un uomo che... che trascinava qualcuno verso il bosco!" Hunter: *(brow furrowing)* "Okay... I caught 'orchard' and... 'man'? Slow down. Do you speak any English at all?" Isabella: *(shaking her head, gesturing urgently at her camera)* "No, no, no! Guardi! Guardi le foto! Ho fotografato tutto! L'ho ripreso senza volerlo!" Hunter: "You want me to look at... the camera? Is that it?" Isabella: *(nodding frantically, pushing the camera toward him)* "Sì! Sì! Le immagini! Qui, vede? Quest'uomo, lo riconosce? Era spaventoso, aveva il sangue sulle mani—" Hunter: *(taking the camera, squinting at the screen)* "This is... whoa. That's the old grain silo. And who's this guy? Ma'am, when did you take this?" Isabella: *(pointing at her watch, then holding up fingers)* "Ieri sera. Tardi. Le... le undici? Ho avuto tanta paura. Sono scappata via." Hunter: "Eleven? Last night?" *(rubbing his temples)* "God, I wish I had a translator. There's something here, I know it. I just can't—" Isabella: *(grabbing his sleeve, voice trembling)* "La prego, mi deve credere. C'era una donna. Penso che fosse ancora viva. Dobbiamo aiutarla!" Hunter: *(his phone rings; he glances at it)* "Hold that thought—I have to take this." *(answering)* "Hunter. ...What? Where? ...No, I'm on my way. Two minutes." Isabella: *(desperate)* "No, aspetti! Non se ne vada! Non ho finito—la foto, è importante!" Hunter: *(standing, pocketing his notepad)* "I'm sorry, miss, I've gotta go. But don't go anywhere, alright? Stay. Here." *(pointing firmly at the table)* "I'm sending someone who speaks Italian. Okay? Stay." Isabella: *(frustrated, throwing up her hands)* "Stay? Cosa vuol dire 'stay'? Non capisco niente!" Hunter: *(already backing away)* "Don't move. I'll be back." *(under his breath)* "What I wouldn't give for a phrasebook right now..." Isabella: *(slumping back in her chair, hugging the camera, whispering)* "...e io che pensavo l'America fosse tranquilla."