As Cheyanne passed by the two manikins that guarded their home, she paused. Looking down at the pink shirt, she glanced up at the electric blues and neon stripes covered with a thin layer of dust. It took her all of six seconds to decide a clothing swap was in order - she had never been one for pastel colors. When she had accended the stairs, she was also never one for the flair of window jumping, the child was already snoring. She followed the soft rumble until she found herself at - where else? - her sister's bedroom door.<br/><br/>"Sissy?" she asked after knocking. "How are we going to raise her? Either of us would have to get a job... And there's no way I'm going to take care of Hi-what's-her-name."