"What can I do for you, Dr. Crane?" the starry-eyed agent asked. Her cheerful attitude was almost too much for Daphne.

"DR. CRANE!" She yelled, ignoring the horrified stares of the snobby hotel patrons.

Embarrassed by her outburst, Frasier walked over to Daphne and leaned into her ear.

"Dear God, Daphne what has gotten into you?"

"Will you please hurry up? Your brother's not going to be at work much longer! And if I don't do this now, I never will!"

Her heart was beating so rapidly she could hardly think. Why had she even fathomed that this would work? She'd planned out what she was going to say so carefully, ignoring the visions that invaded her thoughts.

But now she realized that she should have paid more attention. For this was turning out to be a disaster.

If this didn't work the way she planned, Dr. Crane might never speak to her again. And the thought that she'd lose his friendship made her heart ache.

She blinked back tears, reminding herself for the millionth time that it was completely daft to upset herself over something that might not even happen.

But what if it did?

"Daphne, I told you, everything will be fine! Will you please stop worrying? You're worse than Dad!"

"At least your father understands why I need to do this so badly! If only he could have driven me instead of you!"

"Fine, if you're going to be that way..."

Frasier scoffed and returned to the reservation agent. He said something to her and then angrily walked back to Daphne.

"All right, fine! If you're that anxious to leave then you can do me a favor."

She eyed him suspiciously. "What favor?"

When he didn't answer she sighed deeply. "All right, I'll do your bloody favor but then can we please go and see your brother?"

Frasier smiled and took her hand. "Of course we can, Daphne."

But once again, his reassurance wasn't helping much. And deep down she knew that what Frasier was saying was a lie.

When she'd told him last night that she needed his advice, he was only too happy to oblige. But when she began speaking about his brother, his mood changed and he refused to continue to listen. At this she'd broken down into tears, prompting him to have a change of heart. Finally he gave in and after listening to her pour out her troubles, agreed that she needed to tell Niles face to face. And he assured her that after they finished breakfast he'd drive her over to Niles' office.

While Frasier and Martin ate, Daphne stared at her food. She was so nervous that she could hardly eat, but she was extremely grateful to Frasier for offering to take her.

But then the inevitable happened:

Frasier took one look at the Arts and Entertainment section of the Seattle Times and, upon seeing that he'd been passed over as the keynote speaker, flew into a rage.

At his insistence Daphne climbed into the car with him, holding on for dear life as he drove recklessly through the streets of Seattle.

Now she was so deep in thought that she barely realized that he was standing beside her.

"Look, Daphne I promise I'll drive you to Niles' but first-."

"I know, I know... You want some bloody favor! What's so important that it can't wait?"

He handed her a piece of paper.

"1457?" She read.

Frasier crossed his arms in front of his body and smiled. "Exactly!"

"And what does exactly mean?"

"Dear God, Daphne! You are nervous aren't you? 1457, Lilith's room number!"

"That's fascinating but what am I supposed to do with this?"

Frasier shook his head in disbelief. "It's a room number, Daphne! It's Lilith's room number! I want you to go up there, bang on her door and demand that she let you in!"

Daphne was disgusted. "What? But I don't want to see that horrid woman!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Daphne. I'll be right behind you!"

"So why do you need me there?"

"All you have to do is tell her that I'm on my way up. Give her a warning of sorts."

"But-."

"For God's sake, Daphne can't you do this one little favor?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Okay, I'll do it. But then you swear-."

"Yes, yes, yes... I swear I'll drive you to see Niles. By that time I'll want to see him myself."

Daphne's mouth fell open.

"Dr Crane, you know how much this means to me! I can't have you there! Just... drop me off and I'll find me own way home. Oh, but what if he's not in his office?"

"Then I'll drive you to his apartment."

"All right."

With yet another exasperated sigh, she took the piece of paper from him and headed for the elevator.

"I'll tell her that you'll be there in ten minutes!" She yelled across the lobby, smiling when he cringed in embarrassment at her outburst.

When the elevator doors closed, she rubbed the piece of paper between her fingers, trying to control her racing heart.

And deep down she knew that it had nothing to do with the woman she was about to confront. She only hoped that Dr. Crane would be true to his word.