Mika tapped softly on her father's door. "Dad, did you want me to get you some breakfast before we head out?" She called. Mika could smell the joint through the door and thus foresaw his hunger. "I can make you some oatmeal, or some cereal, or something. Please come out soon so we won't be late." Then, without waiting for a reply, Mika walked towards her sister's room and knocked. "Sarah? Are you up?" Mika assumed she was up anyway- how could they sleep when they knew what was going to happen?- but she wanted to make sure, anyway. "Do you want some breakfast?" she asked.<br/>Mika had already spent the last few hours preparing to leave, since she always liked to meticulously plan things. First she bathed, had made sure to put on some lavender oil and, with a blush, to thoroughly clean and shave her privates. She had curled her hair, brushed her teeth, gargled some mouth wash, and put on a small touch of cherry-flavored lip gloss. As a second thought, Mika dripped some of the lip gloss into her lower lips and made sure to spread it evenly. Then, after having put on her best-fitting leather lingerie under a fishnet crop top, Mika also had buckled on her open-front ankle boots. Finally, to cover everything up, she had put on a long, waist-tie trench coat. Still, the girl felt as if she wasn't at all prepared-- she didn't know what at all to expect, and she felt extremely insecure. So, when Mika knocked on her sister's door, she secretly hoped that Sarah would come out quickly so that they could go over what needed to happen before they left. She felt she could share everything with her sister, and if anything, her sister was the only one who could get Mika to feel less anxious. If anything, she was relieved that her sister was going with her, because Mika knew her better than anyone, and she loved her greatly.