A/N: The title for this story is from a song by Amy Grant of the same name. That song is very special to me b/c it was playing on my car radio when the DJ broke in and announced that two planes had crashed into the World Trade Center. Because the tragedy at the WTC touched me deeply, I focused on it instead of the other two tragedies that occurred that day. But my heart goes out to everyone affected by these tragedies. Dedicated to Frasier writer David Angel and his wife.

The three of them sat, staring at the television in disbelief, unable to fathom how something so horrific could happen on American soil. None of them spoke, and instead stared blankly at the horrendous scene before them. It was as though they were watching an action movie instead of live footage from New York City.

Daphne cried quietly as she sat on the sofa, stroking Eddie's soft fur. He had no idea what was going on but he laid his head on Daphne's lap providing some comfort. Martin and Frasier provided even more; with Frasier holding her hand.

The doorbell rang and the three of them looked at each other but no one moved. No one could bring themselves to part from the tragedy happening before their eyes. When the doorbell rang again, Frasier reluctantly rose from the sofa to answer it.

"Niles..."

His brother was not at all happy. "Well it's about time, Frasier! I've been standing in the hallway for the longest time! You wouldn't believe the stares I received and-."

Frasier hugged Niles tightly, almost afraid to let go and when he did, he looked his little brother in the eye. "I love you, Niles."

Niles cheeks flushed regarded his brother curiously. "I love you, too Frasier, but what's going on?"

Frasier smiled sadly and put his hand on Niles' shoulder. "Niles, I don't know how to tell you this, but-."

"My God..." Martin said without taking his eyes off of the television.

"I don't know what's going on here but you all are scaring me with all of this-."

Niles gasped in horror when he caught a glimpse of the television and sank onto the arm of the sofa. "What the-."

"It's horrible!" Daphne cried, curling herself into a ball as she sniffled.

Niles stared at his father. "What happened?"

Frasier wiped a tear from his eye. "Terrorist attack. O-or at least that's what they're saying. Two planes crashed into the World Trade Center."

Niles stared at the television and let the journalist fill in what few details were known about the attacks. And it wasn't long after the footage of the mass destruction, the endless smoke, people crying, and fleeing that his tears reached the surface and he cried along with them.

"How could someone do this?" He asked, almost expecting an answer. It's so..."

"It's horrible." Daphne said again, crying even harder.

Niles eyes darted from the television to his angel and his heart began to shatter. He'd never seen her so distraught and he longed with all his might to hold her.

"Those poor people..." She cried. "...losing someone they loved so quickly. They were just on their way to work or school or a million other places, and now-."

Suddenly her beautiful face was blurred by Niles' tears and he moved to the seat beside her, his hand on her back. "I'm so sorry, Daphne."

She turned to him and took his hand. "Dr. Crane you shouldn't apologize. You're a sweet and wonderful man. You would never even begin to imagine something like this. It's just so..."

He drew her into a hug and she melted against him, sobbing. "I can't stop thinking about who must be inside those buildings. They must have been so frightened..."

"Daphne, don't do this to yourself." Frasier said quietly as he took her hand.

But she went on. "All those people...Imagine caring about someone or even being in love with them and never being able to tell them. I just..."

"Come here, Daphne." Frasier said quietly.

Niles let go of her and she turned to Frasier, leaning into his embrace. But then she quickly pulled away.

"Dr. Crane, I don't think I'll ever be able to get those images out of me head. And I can't help thinking that one day, we're arguing at the breakfast table and you head off to work, but then something happens. I'd never see you again and-."

She began to sob but when he tried to hug her she shook her head. "No..."

"Daphne-."

She looked at him with tear-filled eyes. "I'm sorry, I just... I need to be alone."