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Shemp blinked into consciousness as the late afternoon sun peered in through the bedroom window and onto his face. Sitting up, he stretched and looked around. Where am I? He thought to himself, frowning. He tried to remember what had happened last night, but he could conjure up nothing. All he knew was that he was in a strange room with a dull headache and that he was incredibly thirsty. He stumbled out of bed and explored the house, making his way to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. It wasn’t until then that he saw a picture of the Gooding siblings. He had to clamp a hand over his mouth in order to keep from doing a spit take. Shemp stood, frozen, now seriously concerned as to why he spent the night there. Judging by his symptoms, he figured he’d been drinking last night and grew even more worried. What happened? What did he do? Why couldn’t he remember anything? There was no one in the house. Where were Silk and Horseshoe? Shemp felt very uneasy. He decided to go to the restroom to freshen up before heading outside. It was Sunday, so Horseshoe had the day off. Shemp figured he’d be in the stables…