Her unexplained nervousness returned and she smiled shyly. "To us." There was only one way to cure such nervousness or at least curb it. She downed the champagne in one gulp, feeling the alcohol go to her head almost immediately. And then she asked him to pour her another glass. As was his style, he did so without question and with a glasses of champagne somehow led to three and then more. And suddenly his handsome face swam before her eyes, the room moving as though she was on a rocking boat.

"Daphne!"

It was only when she felt his hands on her forearms that she realized that she'd nearly stumbled. And he had saved her from falling. He'd rescued her, like the hero in one of her romance novels. And now she found herself looking at him in a different light, even though her state of mind wasn't at all intact. She took a few steps forward, but at that moment a wave of dizziness hit her. As before, he was beside her within seconds.

"Why don't you sit here?"

For a moment she was barely aware that he was speaking to her. That is, until he coaxed her to sit on the fainting couch. But the dizziness only increased and her hand went to her head.

"Oh…"

"Daphne, what's wrong? What is it?"

She closed her eyes, willing the room to stop swaying. And suddenly he was sitting beside her, his warm hand on her back. In the distance, she could hear Baby, his bird squawking, which made her head start to ache.

"Daphne, are you going to be all right?"

She leaned against him, praying for the spinning to stop. It was the reason that she hated drinking. The enjoyment was there and of course the flavor, but the afterward was absolutely horrible. She sighed Why must everything enjoyable come with a price? Without thinking, she leaned against his chest and closed her eyes, aware of the way his bare chest was touching her cheek. And her mind went places that it shouldn't have gone.

"I-I don't know... That champagne must have gotten to me. I-I just… I think I need to lie down. But first I should take me pills."

"What pills?"

She rose from the sofa and went to get her overnight bag. But when she unzipped it and looked inside, she gasped. Panic stricken, she rummaged though the bag, as her anxiety worsened. And then her heart began to race. "Oh no!"

"What is it, Daphne? What's wrong?"

"M-me pills! I-I-can't find them! I must have left them at your brother's!"

"What pills?" He asked again.

Her heart raced like mad. How could she have been so careless? "Me thyroid pills! If I don't take them, I'll faint dead away! Oh, this is terrible! Why did I let her get to me like that?"

"Who?"

She looked at him in disbelief. "Who do you think? Sherry! If it hadn't been for her… Bloody hell, what was I thinking, going off without me pills?"

"What can I do?"

Grateful for his concern, she smiled and took his hand. "I- need to go back and get them! C-can you take me back home? I promise we can come right back."

"No!"

His outburst startled her and she stared at him in disbelief. Was he really refusing to take her home? Surely he knew how badly she needed those pills!

"What? Dr. Crane, I-."

"No, I mean… You don't have to go back home. I'll take care of it."

She looked up sharply. "What do you mean?"

"What's the name of the medication?"

She thought for a moment. "Um, Thyroxine, I believe."

He was scribbling something on a piece of paper. "All right. How often do you take it?"

"Um, I take two once a day. But Dr. Crane-."

"Just stay here, all right? I'll be right back."

"Dr. Crane-."

"Can I get you anything before I go?"

"No, I'm fine, but-."

"I'll be right back. I promise."

Before she could protest further, he grabbed his keys and was out the door, closing it behind him.

Alone in his lovely apartment, she looked around, willing the dizziness to stop. Why, oh why hadn't she taken those damn pills earlier? She knew what effect they had on her, but the one time she'd chosen to wait…

She had no idea where Dr. Crane was headed, or why, but the only thing she could do was to sit here and wait. Closing her eyes made the dizziness seem less so and she lay on the fainting couch, resting her head against the pillow. It felt so good to relax like this. And it didn't take her long before she drifted off into slumber.