The Comedy of Errors: Revisited

Previously

…“My wife?” Antipholus of Syracuse echoed, bewildered. “I have no wife! And I am Antipholus of Syracuse! This is a city of madness!” He looked at the emerald, then at Dromio. “We must get out of here. We must find my brother and clear our names.” But as he said the words, a flicker of doubt crossed his face. What if his brother was somehow involved? What if this was all connected? The thought was disquieting, a seed of unease planted in the fertile ground of his confusion. He looked at the emerald, a symbol of his current predicament, and knew that his journey to find his brother had just become infinitely more complicated. The chase was on, and the stakes had never been higher.