Frasier took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh morning air. The weather here was certainly different than Seattle, with nary a cloud in sight. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a sky so blue.
The Windy City wasn't where he'd intended to go when he packed up his belongings and tearfully said goodbye to his family. In fact it was thousands of miles away from his original destination of the City by the Bay.
It was a hasty decision; changing his plans so abruptly and possibly jeopardizing his shot at fame and fortune. But as he'd told himself countless times since he boarded the plane, it was all in the name of love.
No one knew of his arrival in Chicago; not even Niles, Daphne, Martin or Ronee. And he suspected that his trusted agent would be just as surprised. After all it was she who persuaded him to make a new life for himself in San Francisco. Although he missed his family terribly, he was grateful for the chance to follow his heart.
But now that he was finally here, he was afraid that he'd made the wrong decision. On the plane as he'd told his unique story to the attractive passenger sitting next to him (to which she had nothing but encouraging words), he mentally planned his next move.
He'd rent a car at the airport (luxury of course), and instruct the driver to take him to the address of the woman he loved. Charlotte was bound to be so surprised to see him that she'd kiss him fervently and perhaps even shed a few tears of joy. He had no doubt that he'd be overcome with emotion upon seeing her.
He could still picture her beautiful face but he knew that his memories were nothing compared to reality. He missed her terribly; even more so than his family; for so many things were uncertain. And finally, without hesitation, he'd take her in his arms and declare his love for her. And then his life would be complete.
However, that scenario was just a dream. Actuality could prove to be entirely different. What if she rejected him? Or worse, what if she was engaged? Or married? The thought pained him and he was at a loss for what to do.
Maybe he should just go home. But as it were, he had no real home. Seattle was out of the question and San Francisco was looking less and less inviting. He loved the city of course, but he'd be miserable there without her.
So here he was, just minutes from landing at Chicago's O'Hare International Airport, completely confused. It was a feeling that he'd rarely experienced, for he'd always been such a confident man who helped others through their confusion and pain. And the fact that he was feeling this way bothered him to no end.
What would people think if they saw him wandering aimlessly throughout busy O'Hare? No one knew him here and the chances of someone recognizing him were sadly slim to none. But there was still a chance.
Inadvertently he reached for his cell phone and scrolled through the list of contacts. Surely there was someone he could call for advice.
And then it hit him.
Of course! Why didn't he think about it before? This was bound to be even more perfect than he had anticipated.