"Noooo!"

Daphne's eyes flew open and she looked around the darkened bedroom. Almost immediately a flood of tears came, followed by sobs that consumed her entire body.

God, when were these psychic visions going to stop?

She brushed the tears from her red, puffy face and picked up the phone. She knew that Niles was still cross with her, but she had to talk to him. With trembling fingers

she began to dial. Her heart raced like mad as she listened to the ringing phone.

"Please answer, please answer..." She prayed.

But instead, a familiar recording...

"This is Dr. Niles Crane. I'm sorry I'm not able to take your call at the moment, but please leave your name and phone number and I'll call you back immediately."

She took a deep breath, but her voice broke when she began to leave a message.

"Niles, I know you're cross with me and you have every right to be, but you have to cancel your appointment with Mrs. Thompkins. I'd tell you why, but you'd never

believe me. But please... you have to trust me! I know I have no right askin' you to do that, what with me invadin' her privacy and all, but I only did it for you, Niles. I-I

love you and I can't... I-I don't know what I'd do if I lost you!"

Unable to speak anymore, she hung up the phone and began to sob into her hands.

"Oh Niles..."

After a few minutes, she picked up the phone again and dialed the number.

"Please be there..." she prayed.

"Hello?" came her brother in law's voice.

"Hello, Frasier. I-I'm sorry to call you so late, but I was wonderin' if Niles was over there. I have to speak with him. It's an emergency!"

"Daphne, are you all right?" Frasier asked, his gentle voice causing a sob to escape.

"Please, Frasier..."

"Of course. He's right here."

"Frasier, I don't want to talk to her!" came her husband's far away voice.

"Niles, don't be ridiculous!"

Frasier's words were muffled, as though he was trying to shield the receiver with his hand. But sadly, she got Niles' message loud and clear.

"Frasier, please... I-I know I hurt him and it was wrong of me to do what I did. I just... I need to explain."

Frasier sighed. "It's all right, Daphne. Niles, for God's sake! Talk to your wife!"

She could hear shuffling and then her husband's voice.

"Hello, Daphne."

The unusually abrupt done caught her off-guard.

"Niles, I-I know you don't want to hear me voice right now, but I have something important to tell you." Daphne said.

"Daphne, unless you're going to tell me the truth about why you felt the need to go looking through Mrs. Thompkins' file-."

"Niles, you're in danger." She blurted out.

"What? Daphne what are you talking about?"

"I had another one of me psychic flashes! Only this time-."

An exasperated sigh preceded Niles' response. "Daphne, please! Why do you insist on giving this ridiculous excuse?"

"B-but it's not an excuse, Niles! I swear it!" She said, covering her mouth to suppress a sob.

"Daphne, I really-."

"All right, fine. If you don't believe me, then I guess I have to accept that, but when are you coming home?"

Another sigh, more exasperated than the first. "Tomorrow night. I have to meet with this patient and then-."

"Well, why don't I meet you at your office and we can go out for dinner afterwards?" Daphne suggested.

This meeting isn't at the office." Niles said.

Daphne's chest tightened with fear. "Where is it, then? And who is she?"

"Daphne, we've been over and over this! I cannot discuss my patients!" Niles yelled, his angry tone resonating through the receiver

"It's Mrs. Thompkins, isn't it? And you're meeting her in Pioneer Square, right?"

A long silence followed, which signaled that she'd been right.

"You're really trying my patience here!" Niles said "Now like I said before, I'm going to go meet Mrs. Thompkins and then-."

"B-but Niles, you can't go meet her!" Daphne said; the words coming out in a desperate rush. "Please! Don't go! I'm begging you! It's too dangerous!"

"Goodbye, Daphne." Niles said.

"Why can't you understand?" She pleaded.

But her question was answered by the buzzing dial tone...