apartment, he has revived again and sits up on the sofa, but his head
is still throbbing agonizingly. He sees Herkie who is squatting near
the couch, wagging his tail expectantly. Are you still here?
Smithers asks looking around. Where am I?
Herk sits up on his
haunches and paddles his front paws, but his only reward is another
groan from his master. Smithers slowly stands and searches the
apartment until he finds the lavatory. He stands squinting at the
blurry face in the mirror a face with a large discolored bump on
the forehead – a face he doesnt recognize but seems vaguely
familiar. Running some cold water in the sink, he splashes it on his
face hoping it will soothe the throbbing in his head. It doesnt
help much. He sighs and walks unsteadily towards the apartment door.