Run: 2026-09-23-01M37Q96GTBZXBB7093C4Q202M

Maria: "Mmm... esta foto salió borrosa. Qué raro. La niebla no era tan espesa esa mañana..." Hunter: "Excuse me. Ma'am? Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Mind if I ask you a few questions?" Maria: "¿Perdón? ¿Usted me habla a mí?" Hunter: "I'm looking for anyone who was near Miller's Orchard last Tuesday night. We've had a report of a missing person. Were you in the area?" Maria: "No... no entiendo nada. Lo siento, no hablo inglés. ¿Habla usted español?" Hunter: "Tuesday. Orchard." *he points toward the window, in the direction of the orchard* "Were you there? Tuesday night?" Maria: "¿El huerto? ¿La noche del martes?" *her face pales, and she grips her coffee cup* "Sí... sí, yo estaba allí. Tomé fotos del atardecer. Pero vi algo... algo que no debería estar allí. Todavía tengo pesadillas." Hunter: "Okay, you're saying... orchard... sí? You were there? Great. Sí. Okay. Did you see anyone? Anyone at all?" *he holds up a photo of a missing woman* "This woman. Have you seen this woman?" Maria: *she stares at the photo, her hands trembling* "Dios mío... la vi. La vi cerca de los manzanos, hablando con un hombre alto. Llevaba una linterna. Pensé que eran del festival... pero luego ella gritó, y yo salí corriendo. No dije nada a nadie. Tenía miedo. Todavía tengo miedo." Hunter: "You're shaking. You saw her? You—" *he taps the photo, then points at his own eyes* "You... saw... her?" Maria: "Sí. Sí, la vi. Ella..." *she points to her own eyes, then to the photo, then holds up her camera* "Mi cámara. Tengo fotos. Fotos de esa noche. Mire, por favor. Quizás hay algo que pueda ayudar." Hunter: "Camera? Fotos... photos?" *he mimes clicking a camera* "You have photos? From the orchard?" Maria: "Sí, sí, fotos. Aquí está." *she turns the camera screen toward him, scrolling through dusk-lit images of apple trees, fog rolling between the rows, and a faint blurred figure near the treeline* "¿Ve? Ahí. Esa silueta. No era de aquí. Nadie lo reconoce." Hunter: "Hold on now, that's— that right there is something. That's a person? In the fog?" *he leans in, studying the screen* "I need that photo. Ma'am, I need... necesito..." *he fumbles, pointing at the camera, then at himself* Maria: "¿Usted necesita la foto? Claro, tome la tarjeta de memoria. Tengo copias en mi computadora. Cualquier cosa que ayude a encontrarla. Pobrecita... ojalá esté bien." Hunter: "Necesito... photo. Sí?" *he gestures a request, and she hands him the memory card* "Well, I'll be. Thank you. Gracias. That's— gracias." Maria: "De nada. Por favor, encuéntrala. Y tenga cuidado con la niebla. Algo malo pasa en este pueblo cuando cae la niebla." Hunter: "Okay, you lost me again, but I think we understand each other just fine." *his phone rings; he glances at the screen, and his expression hardens* "Detective Hunter. ...When? ...I'm on my way." Maria: "¿Qué pasó? ¿La encontraron? ¿Está bien?" Hunter: "That's my cue. I gotta go. Ma'am— Maria." *he glances at the student ID peeking from her camera bag* "You stay safe. You see anything else in that fog, anything at all... you come find me. Police station. Right on Main Street. Can't miss it." Maria: "No entiendo, pero... vaya con Dios, detective. Y cuídese usted también." Hunter: "Yeah. Gracias." *he pauses at the door, gives her a nod, and strides out into the gray afternoon*