The bosses at their place of employment had decided - since Cissie and Sora were so regularly teamed up and they seemed to get along so well and since Sora had brought her in, they'd given them the same day off. It was somewhat of an odd business practice, this Cissie knew, but she wasn't about to argue.
She'd gotten up late because of the day off. The only problem being that she still had things to do. One problem being here had been the question of whether or not she would be able to open a bank account... the fact was that - upon looking herself up online - there hadn't been all that much on her as a character, but that was one thing. All the same she'd decided better not to, at least not until she got a working social security number. She didn't want to be deported or anything. She'd spent part of the day - since she'd been awake - practicing for ballet class tomorow, but unfortunately had nothing in her apartment.
Cissie's stomach didn't usually get the best of her, but she was craving a sandwhich, and as she went through the cabinets searching for some bread, she had no idea what was waiting for her. If she'd been smart she might have realized that something was up. IT was too quiet. Sora was off and there was nothing in the hallways. His voice couldn't be heard echoing off the buildings for miles around. Finally she had one more cabinet left. The bread had to be in there.