Frasier stepped out of his appartment building on a cold, bright, crisp morning in Seattle.
He would have normally took his car when going to work but he'd broken down the night before so had to walk. The hussle and bussle of the Seattle street early in the morning surprised him but then again he doesn't take much notice when he drives past it every morning. He was glad he moved back to Seattle, he'd missed it greatly. Niles was another thing he'd missed he thought. He probably wouldn't have seen Niles half as much as he does now if he hadn't moved back. He loved his brother and couldn't think how he lived without him around before. Who was his party organizing partner then, he didn't have one. He needed Niles like he needed water now and couldn't even imagine living without him. Of course they argued but that's just the sign of the close bond they shared. He'd been thinking of hosting a party for a while and couldn't think of anyone better to host it with. I'll think I call him he thought to himself.