It had been perhaps the most stressful week of his life. And finally, Friday had arrived. He couldn't wait to go home and sit on his Cocoa Chanel sofa, a glass of pinot noir in his hand and his favorite aria on the stereo. The thought was absolutely heavenly. But first things first.

"That's all the time we have for today, so until next week this is Dr. Frasier Crane wishing you good mental health."

When the ON-AIR light was turned off, he sat perfectly still, enjoying the peacefulness. He was so lost in tranquility that he was completely oblivious to the fact that he was no longer alone at his desk.

"Um, Frasier?"

He jumped at the unexpected sound and glared at her. "SHHH!" he hissed, holding up his index finger. "Roz… Do you hear that?"

"Hear what, Frasier? I don't hear-. What's wrong with you anyway?"

"You can't hear it?"

"No! I can't hear anything!"

He smiled contentedly. "Exactly. Silence. No door banging open, no obnoxious, resonating gong, no-."

"HEY, DOC! HOW ABOUT THOSE SEAHAWKS!"

Bulldog's loud and irritating voice made Frasier flinch, but of course his discomfort was of no concern to Bulldog. The sports broadcaster laughed and burst through the door, banging on his gong. The sound jolted Frasier even further and he could swear that his entire body was affected by the reverberating (and very intruding) noise.

"How about shutting up?" Roz snapped. "You know Bulldog, just once it would be nice to enjoy a little peace and quiet around here!"

"Yeah, well you ain't gonna get it from me!" Bulldog laughed.

But Roz wasn't the least bit fazed. It was the perfect intro. "Well, you're not getting any from me either, so what do you think about that?"

As Frasier and Roz gathered their belongings and walked out of the studio, Bulldog called to her. "Hey Roz, you don't know what you're missing, ya know? Being in the doghouse is pretty memorable!"

"Bite me!" Roz yelled.

"All right, just name the place and-."

"Oh my God, Bulldog you're disgusting! Come on, Frasier!" Roz grabbed Frasier's hand and pulled him into the hallway. When the ON-AIR light finally came on, she knew that they were safe… at least for the next hour.

Out in the hallway, she leaned against the wall and sighed. "God, he is so annoying!"

"Yes, annoying would be a good word for him." Frasier agreed.

"So much for peace and quiet. I guess it wasn't meant to be. Sorry, Frasier." And then she shut her eyes.

"Something wrong, Roz?"

"Oh God, my head is throbbing! THANKS A LOT, BULLDOG!" She yelled though the glass. But as she expected, Bulldog was oblivious to her outburst and she could hear him ragging on a caller who had just moved to Seattle from San Francisco and wanted to know how the Seahawks defense would stack up against the 49rs in the upcoming Monday night game. She wasn't sure if it was pure insanity or her throbbing head that had her so curious about the answer, but at that moment she didn't want to wait around to find out.

She needed to get out of there as quickly as possible. Never had she felt so miserable.