Taking a shower

"Well..." Juliet trailed off, and she looked at the door down the hall, towards the other bathroom in the apartment, the one Juliet and Monica use. In all the stress of the power going out, I didn't notice that the water was running.

A voice called out from the shower, "Very funny you guys! Now turn the lights back on!"

"Oh," I said more to myself than anything.

"Yeah," Juliet agreed. "With all the cold air coming in, the pipes are going to get cool quickly. In fact, it probably won't be too much longer before-"

"AHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD!" an angry voice called out from the shower. Then we heard the sounds of water shutting off, then some general fumbling, and finally the door bursting opening. "What is going on?" Monica asked when she saw the two of us sitting there. She had hastily wrapped herself in the tower, and was currently dripping onto the floor. She had apparently been washing her hair, because unfortunately her long brown locks were soaking wet as well. Then the coolness of the temperature hit her, and she brought her arms to her chest.

"The power's out," I simply explained before she could ask further questions. Juliet nodded in agreement.

Her expression softened a bit, the anger fading somewhat. "Well crap," she said. "What do we do now?" It was the question on everyone's mind.