Now that Daphne was alone, she could begin to think about what Dr. Crane said. She wanted to believe she had no romantic feelings for him whatsoever. But the truth was, he had always been so kind and considerate to her. It was difficult to ignore something like that, especially in light of his revelation. But she just couldn't get past all the differences in their backgrounds. If they did begin a relationship, and it ended badly, it would ruin everything. And they would still have to see each other regularly, since Daphne worked for Niles' brother.

Unfortunately, Daphne had been paying more attention to her thoughts than to where she was going. She'd planned to retrace her steps to Dr. Crane's bathroom and quickly retrieve her watch and other belongings. But she was now well past the bathroom door, and uncertain of where exactly she was. She opened the nearest door and saw that it was Dr. Crane's master bedroom. The room was as neat and organized as his brother's. No surprise there. Daphne knew this was a place she had no right peeking into, so she was just about to shut the door when a picture frame on the nightstand caught her eye. She was unable to see what picture was inside it from where she stood. For some reason, she was curious what it might be. She wondered if he was still keeping a picture of Mrs. Crane nearby, to remind him of happier times. But that certainly didn't seem likely, given what he'd just told her about his marriage. Maybe it was of his brother. Whatever differences the Crane boys might have, they loved each other a great deal. The thought warmed Daphne's heart, and she wondered if Frasier knew about this photo. But when Daphne finally reached the nightstand and picked up the frame, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. The picture in the frame wasn't of one of the Cranes at all. It was of her.

Daphne heard footsteps in the hallway. She quickly put the photo down, feeling very guilty. She was always telling Frasier and Mr. Crane to keep out of her room, and here she was in someone else's room without permission. Niles walked into the room. "There you are!"

Daphne wanted to crawl into a hole. She knew Dr. Crane was probably angry with her, and he had every right to be. "I'm terribly sorry, Dr. Crane. I lost me way coming upstairs. I opened the first door I saw. I know I should've kept me nose out of your things."

Niles knew he should be angry with her. But right now, he was too relieved to be angry. "I was waiting for you downstairs. When you didn't come back, I started to get worried."

Daphne looked at the ground. "I'm sorry" was all she could manage to say.

"It's all right," he replied. He walked over to where she was standing and put his arms around her. He held her tightly, relieved for the second time tonight to see her safe.

Daphne felt his arms around her. It made her feel even worse about invading his privacy like this. Time after time tonight, he'd been nothing but kind. And she had managed to mess the whole thing up. She pulled herself out of the hug. "I couldn't help noticing the picture on your nightstand," she said.

Niles smiled. That picture might be the most valuable thing in this whole room, at least sentimentally. He'd been looking at it every day since he'd moved into this apartment. "It's one of my favorites," he said.

Daphne blushed. "Thank you."

All at once, it hit Niles that he and Daphne were alone, in his bedroom. For four years, he'd been imagining this very thing, and now it had become a reality. But if Niles had had doubts earlier tonight, he was now completely certain it would be wrong to take advantage of this moment.

Daphne saw that Dr. Crane seemed lost in thought. "What are you thinking about?"

"Trust me, it's better if you don't know," Niles replied, blushing a bit.

"I think me powers have given me a good idea what's on your mind. You're thinking about what we were discussing earlier, aren't you?" Daphne said with a smile.

Niles grinned sheepishly. "Yes. But I know it wouldn't be right. Not after all that's happened."

"I hope you aren't too disappointed," Daphne replied.

"Not at all," Niles replied, knowing this wouldn't make his nose bleed.

Daphne felt a rush of affection for him. Without thinking, she kissed him on the cheek.

"What was that for?" Niles asked, rubbing his hand over the place where her lips had touched him.

"For everything you did tonight." Daphne had a feeling she was only beginning to understand how much Dr. Crane cared about her.

Niles smiled, touched by her gesture. "Let's go back downstairs before I change my mind." He wasn't sure how much longer he could stand being in here with her.

Daphne looked down. "Don't you think I should get out of this robe first?"

A sudden wave of dizziness hit Niles. He was certain he was about to faint again.

"What's wrong?" Daphne asked, noticing the look on his face.

"N-nothing," Niles stammered. "I'll...just go back downstairs and let you change back into your clothes. The bathroom is right through that door." He pointed across the hall.

Daphne nodded. "All right. Thank you."

Niles walked downstairs, trying not to think about what had just happened. Had he really just willingly given up the chance to finally experience what he'd been dreaming about for the past four years? The thought made him want to rush back upstairs and tell Daphne he'd changed his mind. But he knew, if he did that, Daphne would lose all respect for him. He could never allow that to happen.

A few minutes later, Daphne came down the stairs. Niles met her halfway down and held her hand the rest of the way. "Why are you looking at me like that? This wasn't the first time I've ever fainted, you know," Daphne said.

"I know," Niles replied. "But this is the first time I've ever seen it happen."

Daphne smiled and squeezed his hand. "I'm all right. Honest."

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Niles asked, "Would you like to go back to Frasier's now?"

Daphne nodded. She had been thinking it was time she went back home and worked things out with Sherry and Mr. Crane. But she wasn't sure how to say it without hurting Dr. Crane's feelings.

"All right, then," Niles said. "Where are your car keys?"

"Dr. Crane, you don't have to drive me home." She knew he had already done more for her than was necessary.

"I insist," Niles replied. "Please, humor me."

Daphne smiled. "All right. If you feel that strongly about it."

"Thank you," Niles replied.