[ WP ] A young couple have purchased a home . During renovation , a switch is found inside a wall . They flip the switch and ...

... the lights turned on. 
 
 `` Well at least something worked,'' James said, relieved. His wife, Jenna, smiled sourly, and set the soaked travel bag onto the hardwood floor. The kitchen was spacious, filled with counters and cupboards, opening up near the back to a dining room and a series of windowpanes, against which branches lashed and whipped as the storm raged on outside. 
 
 `` Can you get the rest of the stuff? And check that nothing else broke with the car?'' she asked, reaching out a hand in preemptive apology. He looked at her for a moment, brushing his wet hair from his eyes, then took her hand and replied, `` Of course. You start getting stuff out, OK?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, as soon as I take this Aspirin. Storms always-'' 
 
 `` Give you headaches. I know, honey.'' James stroked her neck before making his way out. She looked at his departing figure, then after a moment took her backpack off and began rummaging for pills. Kindles, wallets, some real estate papers, laminated - oh, the photos! Jenna happily took them out. His purple suit did go well with the blue dress: guess art school was good for something! No, she should n't be mean, she would n't have bought this house on her own. Carefully placing the photos on the ground, she resumed her search. 
 
 As she gulped down the pills, holding her nose more out of habit than necessity, the door creaked open and James walked through. `` Decided to just get the paper towels and our necessities. We'll get the rest of the stuff tomorrow.'' 
 
 `` Thanks! I'll be honest, I really did n't want to deal with this right now.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, same. You go ahead and go to bed, I'll clean up and catch up to you.'' Smiling, she wrapped her arms around James, gratefully kissing him. 
 
 *Shift* 
 
... nothing happened. 
 
 `` Oh come on!'' the young irritably cried, `` And we do n't have any power?! Really?'' 
 
 Rolling her eyes, Jenna threw the soaked bag down, then yelled, `` Fuck! It fell onto the carpet!'' Scrambling desperately, she was unable to prevent water from seeping into the previously fresh-smelling carpet. 
 
 `` Come on, really? Do we have any paper towels?'' 
 
 She thought for a moment, then replied, `` They're still in the car. Could you...'' 
 
 `` Get them? No, you made the mess, you clean it up! I'll try to figure out what the hell is wrong with these lights!'' 
 
 `` But... it's still pouring outside...'' 
 
 `` Well that's your fault too! If you thought to check the weather forecast, or at least buy an umbrella, then we would n't have this problem, but nooo, we have to move in right after we're married, it's so romaaantic, ooh what a great-'' 
 
 `` OK, OK, I'm going! Why do you always take it out on me when you're mad?'' She walked toward the front door, ignoring James's demands to repeat the second mumbled sentence, but stumbled, swaying as if she were seasick. 
 
 `` Oh, let me guess. Your headache is making you nauseous so you have to lie down in bed and I get to do all the work, right?'' 
 
 `` No! Why do n't we do this tomorrow when it's hopefully sunny outside?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, OK, great plan. Let's just go to sleep in our wet clothes and take a shower without a soap and not brush our teeth and not clean up the mess that you've made and you know what I'll get myself.'' He strode forward angrily, snatching the keys out of her hand and slamming the door behind him.
