"You're a genius babe!" said Emmet, sweeping Roxanne off her feet for a kiss... which of course lead them going at it for another half an hour, but eventually the pair got their hormones under control well enough to make their way to Oliver's place, and saw, to their delight, that he'd simply left the camera on the seat of his new convertible.
"Perfect!" Roxanne shouted, snatching it up and trying to work out how to get the film out. After some fiddling, she managed to get the bottom off, revealing some sort of small tray, the size of her pocket mirror, the contents of which were hidden under a black sheet of cardboard or something. "So... this is where the negatives go, right?"
Emmet shrugged. "I'd imagine so. The only old camera I ever had was the sort where you take the tube of film somewhere to get it developed.
Roxanne nodded, and the two found a shady part of the yard to pry it open. Unfortunately, there were two major problems with their plan. First, Polaroid cameras have no roll of negatives to review inside of them. The whole development process happened inside the border of the photo. Second, when unexposed photos-to-be are removed from the camera and brought into daylight, the become completely
OV E R E X P O S E D .
As fabulous as Oliver's mansion was, Pamela was always unnerved when she swung by and and saw that perpetual fog that bathed half his yard. It never seemed to dissipate, and it was so thick it simply looked like a void where the world just stopped existing. She swore it was a little bigger every time she saw it too. Clearly she wasn't the only one who found it unnerving, as someone had apparently been trying to take a photograph and dropped their camera. Wasted photos all over the yard. She wondered if maybe they'd been seen snooping around by a neighbor and ran when someone came to investigate.