Frasier sighed as he sat down beside Daphne and took her into his arms, looking helplessly at Martin.
"What in the hell is going on?" Martin asked again.
"I wish I knew Dad, but whatever it is, it certainly came on suddenly. You don't suppose she had one of her..."
"What?"
Frasier shook his head. "Never mind. It's too ridiculous to even say the word. But Daphne seems to have calmed down some. It's already 10:25 and since you can't reach Niles, I guess I'll have to go down to Café Nervosa and wait for him."
But the second he rose from the sofa, Daphne grabbed his arm.
"No, Dr. Crane! You can't!"
"Daphne-."
"Please Dr. Crane! I'm begging you! Don't go to Café Nervosa! It's too dangerous!"
"For my wallet, perhaps." He said with a chuckle. But his smile disappeared when he saw the appalled looks of Daphne and Martin. "Okay, I'm sorry about that. A little coffee shop humor. But Daphne you need to calm down! Please tell me what this is about? I don't know what's gotten into you, but it's not healthy! Now why don't you want me to go to the café?"
"B-because-."
The doorbell rang, bringing them all to silence as they glanced at one another.
Her heart beat so rapidly that she was sure she might faint. But she'd caused enough trouble for one day.
Slowly she rose from the sofa, ignoring the dizziness that overtook her. But luckily Martin and Frasier caught her yet again before she fell.
"Daphne, just sit down!" Martin ordered. "Fras, get the door, would ya?"
Daphne forced herself to breathe deeply and closed her eyes as she heard Frasier opening the door.
"Well, what a coincidence!" He said cheerfully. Talk about uncanny timing!"
"Hello, Frasier."
That voice...
In one fluid motion, Daphne rose from the sofa and turned toward the door. And suddenly her world was turned upside down.