“Brother?” Clo echoed, surprised. She’d tagged Elizabeth to be an only child like herself, and hearing that such wasn’t so threw her a bit. “Well, if he’s anything like you, I’m sure we’ll get along fine.”

There was a decent crowd in Homer Park’s small airport, and as Elizabeth and Clo weaved through it, Clo saw a frown carve its way onto Elizabeth’s face. 

“Everything okay?” Clo asked after Elizabeth sighed and said something about being a disgrace. “What’s wrong?” 

When Elizabeth gestured at her car, Clo took it in with surprise. Void of markings, the vehicle lacked any particular identification other than the numerous black speckles dotting its surface. The strange pattern reminded Clo some modern art piece designed to evoke a specific emotion, though what she couldn’t imagine at the moment. 

“I think it looks fascinating,” Clo said, instinctively reaching for her camera. She was interrupted, however, by the car door opening. A camera-armed man stood, snapping photos of Elizabeth and her. 

When he spoke, Clo realized that he had to have been Elizabeth’s aforementioned brother. Seeing as he seemed to be interested in photography, Clo figured that she’d probably get along with him fine.

“I’m always open to new experiences,” Clo said with a grin as she stuck out a hand to the camera-wielding man. “Liz’s brother, right? I’m Chloe, but call me Clo.”