Working together

My sister and I did have some common ground on occasion.
For instance, the time we decided it would be best to run away from home.

We lived way out in the middle of nowhere. And while there were neighbors, the best place for us to go would be to our grandmas house. Grandmas understand. Unfortunately, she lived 45 minutes away, by car. And, it was dark. We pondered our options and decided it would be best to get only a small jump on the journey, then get up early, and travel the rest of the way when it was light out. So, off we set... to run away... to the bathroom.
Yes, that's correct. We went all the way out our bedroom and across the the hall, to the BATHROOM. Now, even though we were running away, we were not heartless. We left a note detailing our plans on my sister's bed. So our parents wouldn't worry. We took what we could carry and thought we would need and, very quietly, settled in for the night. In the bathroom.

Imagine our surprise when there was a tap on the door and it opened! There was our mom. Busted. So close to escape. How did she figure it out? How did she find us so quickly? The note, I'm sure, didn't help. To make matters worse, we were in trouble.

Now this is where some of those ridiculous, ab-normal, paranoid fears come into play. My mom hits us with "What if the house had caught fire in the middle of the night? What if we couldn't find you??" Our house was not prone to suddenly lighting up in the middle of the night but she sold this as a real possibility. My sister has been afraid of potential house fires ever since. She has never been in a fire but is convinced at some point she will be. Every time she leaves her house, she worries that it will be burned down when she returns. This can lead to a little OCD behavior of constantly double checking all things hot or potentially flammable in your house. I use to go through that too but it has nothing to do with fire. I was once so convinced that I had left something on that I called my neighbor to go check. She had to break in through a back window.
Don't judge, I had a lot on my plate. We'll get to that later.

There would be other times that we would work together too. Like the time my moms head almost spun completely around...