As Fran opened the door to her parent's apartment in Queens she yelled, "MAAAA.." Not hearing a response Fran went to the one room she knew she could find her mother- the kitchen.

Sylvia looked up from eating her not unusually large breakfast and said, "Mazel Tov darling. I saw the papers. I still can't believe he finally said it. I smell a wedding," Sylvia managed to say in between bites.

"Save it Ma. We just had a big fight!" Fran said as she sat down at the table and helped herself to the pancakes and chocolate syrup.

"What did YOU do to my future son-in-law?" question Sylvia as she grabbed the syrup back from Fran.

"I didn't do anything, Ma," Fran whined as she ate. "Mr. Sheffield was all in a rage this morning about what the papers said."

"Wha? I read the articles. I thought they were great," Sylvia remarked.

"I know! And didn't I look fabulous in that picture in the Post?" gushed Fran. "We're getting off track here, Ma. Mr. Sheffield is upset with me because I told the papers about our relationship."

"What did my son-in-law say?" Sylvia asked before shoving another bite in her mouth.

"Ma! He is not your son-in-law, already," said Fran in annoyance. " He accused me of not being professional and ruining his reputation. He said he doesn't trust me anymore," Fran replied lightly sobbing again at this point.

"Oh, Frannie you just have to give him some time. He just got a little scared is all. Like I get when we run out of ice cream," Sylvia explained. "He probably wasn't ready to tell the whole world yet."

"Well he didn't say not to tell anyone!" Fran replied. " Oh, I just wish things would work out between us just once. I know I belong with Mr. Sheffield," Fran sighed.

"Oh, Ma what time is it?" Fran asked all of a sudden.

"I don't know honey. But it is getting late…I should start making lunch," Sylvia said as she got up from the table.

"Lunch! Ma, you just ate breakfast," Fran exclaimed.

Sylvia looked at her daughter like she had three heads. "So?" she replied as she went about clearing up her breakfast plates.

Fran looked at the clock and realized rehearsal started 30 minutes ago. "Oy! Look at the time. I'm already late for rehearsal again. Even though I don't feel like going today," Fran sighed.

"Honey, it will all work out. It has to, you're not getting any younger ya know," Sylvia said looking at her daughter.

"G'nug already Ma! I gotta go. I'll see you later," said Fran as she left the apartment debating whether to even show up for rehearsal.

Meanwhile, at rehearsal Max was impatiently pacing the floor. 'Oh God. What a nightmare this is. Of course the whole cast and crew has read the articles, and now they are looking to me for answers,' Max thought. 'And on top of everything Miss Fine is late again. She just has to show. How is it going to look if she doesn't?'

Fran left her mother's, fully intending to go to rehearsal. But she found she couldn't. She had some thinking to do about her relationship with Maxwell. She just wasn't ready to face him yet. She decided instead to walk around Flushing awhile. She re-visited some of her old haunts from her childhood while she tried to collect her thoughts.

Meanwhile, at the theater, Maxwell was seeing red. "My God, where IS she!" he wondered as he paced. On the one hand, he was furious that his star had missed rehearsal, but on the other hand, he was also concerned for her safety. The last time he'd seen her, she was in a highly emotional state. Heaven only knew what could've happened to her.

Maxwell's thoughts were interrupted by C.C. bursting in. "Have you heard the news?" she asked excitedly. "Tickets are sold out for months! I never thought I'd say this, but it seems hiring Nanny Fine wasn't the biggest mistake of our careers!"

"Have you seen Miss Fine at all today?" Maxwell replied.

"No, isn't she here at rehearsal?" C.C. asked.

Max shook his head. "We had a fight earlier this morning and she ran out of the house. I haven't seen her since."

"You mean you and Nanny Fine are on the outs?" C.C. said.

"That's right."

"AND we're the number one play on Broadway? God, can life get any better than this?" C.C. was positively overjoyed.

"C.C., please, for once, can you think of someone other than yourself?" Max asked. "Miss Fine could be hurt, or worse."

"You're right!" C.C. exclaimed. "If anything happens to her, we're screwed!"

Max sighed. It was apparent that C.C. would never see past the bottom line.

"Wait, have you called her mother?" C.C. asked. "She goes over there a lot, doesn't she?"

"Sylvia said she left there already and was on her way here. That was 45 minutes ago, C.C. The traffic couldn't be THAT bad!" Max said.

"Maybe she stopped off at her friend Val's," C.C. suggested.

Max shook his head. "Miss Toriello hasn't seen her, either. God, where could she be!"

"Don't worry, Maxwell. All her clothes are still at your place, right? She has to come back for them eventually!" C.C. said. "And she'd never leave without saying good bye to Megan, Byron and Gretel."

"This is no time for jokes, C.C.," Max responded. "I'm really starting to get worried. If she's not here in--" He checked his watch. "Ten minutes, I'm calling the police."

"What do we do in the meantime? The other actors are starting to get restless," C.C. said.

"Well, we can't hold rehearsal any longer. We'll just have to start without her," Max said. "We can't afford to waste a day."

C.C. went off to go tell the cast that rehearsal would be starting. Max resumed his pacing in the office. He'd already lost one woman in his life, and now it seemed he was on his way to losing a second.

Max's thoughts were again interrupted. This time by a tear-stained and very frightened looking Fran Fine.