Niles and Daphne laid Alice down in her crib. Daphne had expected the baby to be tired, based on what Roz had told her. But apparently no one had told Alice that. She continued to fuss and cry. "What do we do?" Daphne asked in frustration.
"Well, I do have one idea," Niles said. "'Heart and Soul.' How about it?"
"Do you really think that would work?"
"What other choice do we have?" Niles asked. "If you're worried about how you'll sound, you shouldn't be. You have a lovely voice."
Daphne blushed. "Thank you."
"Shall we?" Niles asked. Alice's cries continued. "I believe our audience has spoken."
"Well, all right," Daphne said, still unsure.
They began to sing. Daphne was shy at first, but she began to enjoy it once she got into the moment.
Niles, meanwhile, had no trouble singing the song. "Heart and soul, I fell in love with you. Heart and soul..." His eyes never left Daphne's as he sang, hoping the words would go to her heart.
By the time the song ended, both had nearly forgotten Alice was there. She now lay in her crib, sound asleep.
"We'd better let her rest," Daphne whispered. Niles nodded and followed her out of the room.
"Well, we know one thing for sure," Daphne said when they reached the living room. "Alice loves your voice."
"Oh, I don't know about that. I think babies tend to fall asleep to music. It's something to do with the rhythm."
"Well, whatever it was, it worked. That's all that matters." Both were quiet for a moment. Daphne broke the silence. "Can I get you anything?"
Niles shook his head. "No. You don't work here, remember?"
"I know, I was just being polite," Daphne replied. She sat next to him on the couch. "I'm glad you're here, Dr. Crane."
"Well, I'm glad to be here. Or anywhere, as long as it isn't my apartment," Niles replied.
Daphne reached over and squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry about that."
"Don't be," Niles said. The compassion in her eyes made him melt. "It's just the price I have to pay to be free of Maris once and for all. I knew it wouldn't be easy."
"I'm sure once all of this is over, you'll be much happier," Daphne said.
Niles nodded, not quite sure how to respond. He knew that he would never be truly happy loving Daphne from afar.
As Daphne looked at Dr. Crane, she caught a glimpse of one of the photos on Roz's wall. It was one of Roz and Alice, both smiling happily. Though they were not the typical American family, it was clear that Roz loved her daughter, and vice versa. The picture made Daphne remember her thoughts from the other night.
Niles noticed that Daphne suddenly seemed upset. "Is something wrong?" Daphne let out a frustrated sigh. "I'll take that as a yes," Niles said. He took hold of her hand, stroking it with his thumb. "What is it?"
Daphne couldn't believe it. Dr. Crane was in the middle of a bitter divorce, living in an apartment that was way beneath him, and yet he was asking about her problems. When she thought about his situation, hers suddenly seemed trivial.
Niles' heart broke at her expression. She was obviously hurting. "Daphne, I hope you know that you can tell me anything."
Daphne heard his words, and she knew they were true. He'd always been there every time she needed him. But now, he needed a friend at least as badly as she did. Still, she knew he wouldn't give up until she told him what was bothering her. So she might as well say it. It might even make her feel better. "Sometimes, I'm jealous of Roz," she finally whispered.
Niles didn't know what he'd expected, but Daphne's answer wasn't it. "That's absurd. Why would you feel that way?" he immediately answered.
"Well, look at her life," Daphne said, pointing at the pictures. "She always has a boyfriend. Even when she loses one, she finds another before you know it. And even if she didn't, she'd still come home every night to someone who loves her. And look at my life. What have I got?"
"Daphne, you come home to people who love you, too. You know much Dad and Frasier care about you."
"I know," she admitted. "And I love them. It's just that...I want a family of my own, Dr. Crane."
"Oh, Daphne," Niles said. He knew he should say something. The words were all there, in his heart. But somehow he couldn't get them out. It seemed as if everything he wanted were just out of his reach. "I...I..."
Daphne squeezed his hand. "It's all right, Dr. Crane. It's silly of me to be going on about meself like this, considering what you're going through."
"No, Daphne, that's not it. I...just..." Once again, he was at a loss for words. Suddenly he stopped, taking a deep breath to calm himself. Then, before he could lose his nerve, he spoke again. "I love you."