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Maria: *(scrolling through photos on her camera, murmuring to herself)* "No, no, no... esto no puede ser. ¿Qué es esto que capturé?" Hunter: "Afternoon, miss. Mind if I ask you a few questions? Detective Hunter, Alborn PD." *(flashing his badge)* "You were near Miller's Pond last night. Did you see anything unusual?" Maria: *(looking up, startled)* "¿Perdón? Lo siento, no... no hablo inglés. ¿Es usted policía?" Hunter: "...Right. Okay." *(rubbing the back of his neck)* "You don't speak English. Great. Just my luck." Maria: *(turning the camera toward him, hands trembling)* "Mire, mire esto. Estaba sacando fotos del atardecer y... y había alguien. Algo. No sé qué era. ¡Estaba ahí y luego desapareció!" Hunter: "Whoa, easy. Slow down." *(squinting at the camera screen)* "Is that... by the water? Is that a person?" Maria: "Sí, sí, ¡exacto! ¡Una persona! Pero le juro, desapareció en segundos. Tengo mucho miedo. Esta es la tercera persona que falta, ¿verdad? Lo leí en el periódico." Hunter: "I'm catching maybe one word in twenty here." *(leaning in)* "Photo. You took a photo. Can I... can I have this? Evidence?" *(pointing at camera, then himself)* Maria: *(clutching the camera protectively, then hesitating)* "¿Quiere la foto? Es la única prueba que tengo. Por favor, alguien tiene que ayudarme a entender qué pasó." Hunter: "Look, I know you're scared. I can see that much." *(softening his tone)* "I want to help. But I need someone who can translate. Do you understand? Trans-la-tor." Maria: *(shaking her head, eyes welling up)* "No entiendo. Hablo despacio, ¿sí? Había niebla, y la silueta... ay, Dios. No puedo dormir desde anoche." Hunter: *(sighing, pulling out a small notebook)* "Okay. Café. Tomorrow? Me. You. Someone who speaks Spanish." *(miming drinking coffee, then pointing between them)* Maria: *(wiping her eyes, nodding slowly)* "¿Mañana? Sí... sí, creo que entiendo. Café. Aquí." *(pointing at the table)* Hunter: "Good. That's—" *(his phone buzzes loudly; he answers)* "Hunter. ...What? Where? ...The pond? Again? I'm on my way." *(standing abruptly)* Maria: *(rising halfway out of her seat, alarmed)* "¿Qué pasa? ¿Pasó algo más? ¡Espere, por favor!" Hunter: "I gotta go. Something's happened." *(pointing firmly at the table)* "Tomorrow. Here. Don't lose that photo, okay? It might be important." *(tapping the camera, then his own eye)* Maria: *(holding the camera to her chest)* "La foto. Sí. La guardaré. Pero... ¿adónde va? Tengo miedo de quedarme sola." Hunter: *(already backing toward the door)* "I'll be back. I promise." *(then, under his breath)* "And next time, I'm bringing a damn dictionary." Maria: *(watching him leave, whispering)* "Por favor... que no desaparezca nadie más."