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Maria: *looking down at her camera, scrolling through photos with a frown* Hunter: Excuse me, miss? I'm Detective Hunter. You mind if I ask you a few questions? Maria: *looks up, startled, clutching her camera to her chest* Oh… uh… sí… sí, claro. ¿Sí? Hunter: I heard you were at the old mill last night when things went down. Can you tell me what you saw? Maria: *trembling slightly, her voice rising with anxiety* ¡No, no, no! No vi nada, ¿de acuerdo? ¡Fue horrible! La persona… la persona que estaba allí… no, por favor… yo solo quiero irme a casa. ¿Por qué tiene que ser esto tan terrible? ¿Qué va a pasar conmigo? Hunter: *blinks slowly, tilting his head* Ma'am… I'm gonna need you to slow down. You're gonna have to speak English for me. I don't understand a word of that. Maria: *wiping her eyes quickly, forcing herself to breathe* English… sí… okay. Okay. I am sorry. I am… I am scared. Very scared. Last night… I hear something. At the mill. Loud sound, like… *mimes something breaking with her hands* Hunter: *pulls out a notepad* Go on. Describe the sound. Maria: Like… a crack? And then… nothing. Everything quiet. Too quiet. I take my camera… *holds it up* I take pictures because… because I do not know what is real anymore, you know? Hunter: *studies her face* Were you alone out there? Maria: *pause* …Sí. Alone. Just me and my camera. I come to this small town for… for the apple festival. For fun. And now… *shakes her head* This is not fun. Hunter: *stares at her, suspicious but composed* Nobody does landscape photography out by an abandoned mill at midnight, miss. You sure you're not leaving something out? Maria: *eyes widening, voice cracking* ¡Te lo juro! ¡Te juro que digo la verdad! No quiero problemas, señor detective… solo quiero… Hunter: *holds up a hand* Hey, hey. English. Please. You're doing it again. Maria: *takes a shaky breath* …Sorry. I swear… I swear on my camera, Detective. I am telling truth. No problem. I just… I just want to go home to Spain. This town… *glances around nervously* …it makes me feel not safe. Hunter: *nods slowly, writing something down* All right. I believe you're telling me the truth. For now. I may need to talk to you again, though. Can I get your name? Maria: *quietly* Maria. María López. Hunter: Maria. Okay. I'm going to need you to stay— *Hunter's phone rings loudly. He holds up a finger, steps aside, and answers.* Hunter: …Yeah. …What do you mean he's gone? …Hold on. *hangs up, jaw tight* Look, Maria — I gotta run. Don't leave town, alright? Just… stay where people can see you. Maria: *nods rapidly, hugging her camera* Sí… sí, I stay. Go. Please. You must find… *she stops herself* You must find what is happening in this town. Hunter: *already walking away, throwing a glance over his shoulder* Count on it. Maria: *whispers to herself as he leaves* *Necesito volver a España…*