Mangino’s eyes opened in the pitch dark. She heard slow steps and squeaking sounds on the hardwood floor. As she slowly turned over and lifted herself up, she reached onto the dresser, grabbed her pistol, and pulled it out of the holster. She slowly walked to her bedroom door. The clock on the wall read 4:00am. She heard Wesley’s door shut as she glanced out into the hallway. Although she felt relieved there wasn’t a burglar in the house, she wondered why he was up at this hour. Maybe he just had to go to the bathroom. As she tried to walk quietly to his bedroom door, she heard her own squeaky footsteps on the hallway floor. She saw a flickering light under his bedroom door. “Is he burning a candle?” she wondered. She tried to open his door as quietly as possible, and he was just lying there sleeping with two burning candles by his bed. Kate didn’t know he burned candles when he slept. She walked over and saw him sleeping.
He was lying flat on his back and the eye patch was on his eye that had been stung. As she gently leaned forward to blow out the candles, she heard him say “What are you doing?”.
“Honey, I didn’t know you had candles. If you knock them over, they could start a fire. From now on, I need you to put them out before you go to bed.”
“I will.”
“Now, let's get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.” Kate was walking to the door. As she was about to shut it, she turned around and saw that the candles were lit again. “Wesley. Wesley." She rushed back over to find out why he relit them.
“Wesley. Wesley!” She tapped him but he was sleeping. “What is going on here?” She thought about waking him up but decided against it. She blew out the candles and walked back to the door. As she turned around, he was breathing peacefully.
“He must be playing a trick on me, pretending to be asleep,” she thought. Kate tried to believe it, but Wesley wasn’t a trickster. She went back to her room laid the gun back on her dresser and took her robe off. She sat on the side of the bed, turned the lights off, and laid down. She was thinking about her boss, wondering if he was a sexist pig, when she heard squeaking in the hallway.
“Dammit, Wesley,” she said as she got up and hurried to her bedroom door. When she opened and looked down the dark hallway, the lights instantly turned on. She jumped in horror. She looked at the only switch that turned on the lights, and Wesley wasn’t there. The switch was in the off position. “Maybe there’s a short,” she wondered doubtfully. She walked back to Wesley’s room. There he was sleeping peacefully. “Must be a short. She flicked the switch several times until the lights turned off, and went back to her room. "How can I explain this?” She went to bed without further understanding and she didn’t want to be too harsh with him since he had just gotten home from the hospital.