Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DAEVSFJ24T5KT9SPJVQKER

**Scene: The Corner Café, Alborn, Minnesota. Late afternoon.** Sunlight slants through the front window onto a small round table. Isabella sits with her camera cradled in her lap, thumbing through the images on its screen. Her coffee has gone cold. The bell above the door chimes, and Hunter crosses the room, his jacket still zipped against the autumn chill. He stops at her table. --- **VOICE SHEET** **Isabella:** "Scusi, non parlo inglese. Mi dispiace." *(Excuse me, I don't speak English. I'm sorry.)* **Hunter:** "Okay. Hunter. I'm a detective with the county. I'm looking into what happened at the orchard on Saturday, the night of the apple festival. You were out there taking pictures, right? The café owner said you're always out there with that camera." **Isabella:** "Sì, ero all'orchard. Ho fotografato il tramonto, poi... ho visto una luce tra gli alberi. Una luce che non doveva esserci. Poi Marta non è più tornata." *(Yes, I was at the orchard. I photographed the sunset, then... I saw a light between the trees. A light that shouldn't have been there. Then Marta never came back.)* **Hunter:** *(frowning, shaking his head slowly)* "I'm sorry, I didn't catch any of that. Marta Lind? That's the third person from town this year. Did you see her leave with someone?" **Isabella:** *(her voice tightens, and she grips the camera harder)* "Non lo so. Ho scattato delle foto, ma non riesco a guardarle. Le mani mi tremano. Ho paura di quello che potrei vedere." *(I don't know. I took some photos, but I can't look at them. My hands are shaking. I'm afraid of what I might see.)* **Hunter:** *(leaning forward, pointing at the camera)* "Those photos. Can I see them? If there's something on that card, it could help us find her." **Isabella:** *(pulling the camera closer to her chest, eyes glistening)* "Ti prego... aspetta. Ho bisogno di un momento. Non ti capisco, ma tu capisci la paura, vero?" *(Please... wait. I need a moment. I don't understand you, but you understand fear, don't you?)* **Hunter:** *(sighing, then sitting down across from her and lowering his voice)* "I don't speak your language, but I get it. Take your time. Nobody's going to rush you." *(He pulls a notepad from his pocket and slides it across the table along with a pen.)* "Draw it for me, if that's easier. The light. Where was it?" **Isabella:** *(hesitating, then slowly sketching a rough outline of trees and a small glowing shape, murmuring)* "Vicino al vecchio fienile. Era lì, immobile... come se qualcuno la tenesse." *(Near the old barn. It was there, motionless... as if someone were holding it.)* **Hunter:** *(studying the sketch, his jaw tightening)* "The old barn behind the Lindgren property. Okay. That's something." *(He taps the drawing.)* "Thank you." *(His phone buzzes against the table. He glances at the screen, and his expression hardens.)* **Hunter:** "I have to take this. Stay here, okay? Don't go back out to the orchard alone." *(He stands, then pauses.)* "And keep that card safe. Don't delete anything." **Isabella:** *(looking up, voice barely above a whisper)* "Stai attento, detective. Qualunque cosa sia, non è una cosa naturale." *(Be careful, detective. Whatever it is, it isn't natural.)* **Hunter:** *(already walking toward the door, phone pressed to his ear)* "Yeah, Hunter. Where?" *(The bell chimes as he exits. Isabella looks down at her camera, then slowly raises it and turns the screen toward the window.)*