Product placement was handled differently in Homer Park. Everything--from luxury cars to t-shirts that claimed the owner survived a visit in the empty room--is stripped of an markings that would indicate that it had been made anywhere but Homer Park. So to Elizabeth who drove that day, the only one of the twins that drives at all, the vehicle that conveyed her and her brother from the apartment garage to the airport was just a nondescript vehicle. The design on it was remarkable, however; the car's body was white like a piece of paper and on that paper were random drops of black ink. Hank thought it was interesting and though Elizabeth hated it at first, there was a strange euphoria felt when she realized the annoying people in her life kept their distance as if it was a bad omen. Regardless, she had made it there, where the majority of people who weren't from Homer Park frequented.

Chloe looked just how she had on the monitor. It wasn't a common occurrence, she knew, but sometimes people look like they do until suddenly they look like they don't. She expressed relief. "Oh, my dear Chloe! And I will say that, as that is your name, but you can call me Liz if you want. Everybody does that. Calls things as [i]they[/i] see it, that is. I hope you will be able to lend those enthusiastic eyes to my brother. He can be a bit much, but there is no one as witty and steadfast." Elizabeth lead Chloe through the burgeoning crown, not hiding her displeasure with the situation as a frown crept from an isolated corner on her mouth to encompass her form; the incident of bumping into people she would never know, each time drove her to a slightly faster pace. In an expedited amount of time they made it to the car. She sighed. " Ah, what a disgrace I am. They are not, you are. So hard to handle."

Elizabeth made a showyy gesture as if her car was a work of art. " I don't know who possessed me to do it up like this, and I wish I could thank them. What do you think?" A moment after she said that, Hank opened the door from a seat in the back. He had two digital cameras strapped around his neck, shooting for two sequence of a different kind of photo of her. No flash, of course. Hank did have his manners, yet people did have their deceptions. When he was done he gently chastised his sister.

"I know you can't lie. But, remember to show, first. That's the fun bit!"