It had been the worst night of her life. No, worse than that, if that was even possible. In the course of only a few hours, her happy, contented world had shattered into a million pieces. Or perhaps only her heart was shattered.

Driving home was difficult, due to the tears that blurred her vision and the sobs that were dangerously close to racking her body. Never in her life had she experienced such pain.

Daphne, get over it already! It's happened to me a hundred times and do you see me sitting around moping? Trust me, he's not worth it!

The imagined and unspoken words of her friend swirled in her mind and now she was grateful that Roz was nowhere to be found. For unwanted so-called "advice" was the last thing that Daphne needed (or wanted) at the moment.

She pulled into the Elliott Bay Towers parking garage with little recollection of how she'd managed to arrive safely. Perhaps she had a guardian angel looking out for her. If only that angel would could take away her pain. Still she was grateful to the Gods or whoever had gotten her home safely. She shuddered to think that, had anything gone wrong, she might not have made it home at all. The disturbing thought brought even more tears but she wiped them away and then entered the building. The elevator to the nineteenth floor seemed to take forever and the moment that the doors opened, revealing the home she'd grown so accustomed to she quickly crossed the hallway hurrying to insert her key into the lock.

As she opened the door, relief flooded her when at first glance the living room was empty. All she wanted to do was curl up on her bed and cry herself to sleep. It wouldn't change the events of the evening (Nothing would), but at least she could hopefully rid herself of the excruciating pain; if only for a little while.

She sniffled once more and hurried into the bathroom, washing the tears from her face. One look in the mirror confirmed her fears; she looked absolutely horrible. No wonder-

In the living room, she paused, unable to believe what she was seeing. Through the large picture window that prominently displayed the Space Needle and surrounding city skyline, she could see the three figures clearly; those of the three Crane men. Curiosity got the better of her and she quietly opened the door, hoping not to disturb them. But they were completely oblivious to her presence, seemingly lost in their own world. And when she grew even more curious, she stood at the door watching them.

"Well, it's Saturday night and here we are again." Frasier was saying.

Martin nodded. "I wonder how many women are out there tonight without a date."

Niles laughed. "Thousands! Which gives us thousands of opportunities to humiliate ourselves!"

"Come and get us, Seattle!" Frasier shouted. "Three Cranes, no waiting!"

The men laughed but Daphne felt as though she'd been kicked in the stomach. And she couldn't move from her place in the doorway. The three men looked like they were having the time of their lives, almost as though they were at a bloody bachelor party. Suddenly she was angry; more than angry.