Chapter Three
"And we are now approaching my apartment," Frasier explained to his former girlfriend Madeline Marshall. She had previously dated him, but they stopped seeing him because things were too weird due to Lilith. Frasier thought that he would never see her again, but after his show he was at Nervosa, and there she was. She was still single, and she recognized him. They talked for a good two hours before deciding it was ok to give it another try.
Madeline nodded. "I remember," she said as she stepped out of the elevator. "Not to sound paranoid, but your ex-wife is in Boston, correct?"
Frasier nodded as he opened the door. "Hello," he called without really looking into the apartment. "Dad, you remember Madeline Marshall." He smiled and faced Madeline. "And Madeline, I can assure you that things with Lilith are completely--"
"Frasier," Madeline interrupted as she pointed a harsh finger at the figure in Martin's green and orange chair. Her tone was cold, and she immediately turned around and stormed out of the apartment.
Frasier looked over at the chair and let out a scream. "My god!" he yelled. "Must you ruin every chance I have with this woman?"
"Frasier, something big is happening, and we really need to talk," Lilith said in her patented monotone voice.
Frasier glared at her. "And what, all the phones in the Boston area suddenly stopped working?"
"Frasier, when I tell you, I think that you will agree it's something that cannot be shared over the phone," Lilith responded.
Frasier sighed as he sat down on the couch. "How's Frederick?" he asked.
"It's not about Frederick," Lilith answered. "Our son is fine. He's back at the hotel watching television."
"Then what is it, Lilith?" Frasier asked impatiently.
Lilith sighed. "I'd rather wait for Niles."
Niles gazed on at Maris once again. This was not the Maris he knew. He sighed as he heard the door opening. Daphne. It had to be Daphne. He instantly felt bad for sitting here all day with Maris.
"Come on," Daphne said coldly. "Frasier's waiting for us back at his place. He says it's really important."
"Ok," Niles said as he stood up. He kept his focus on Maris still. He tried not to, but he could not help himself. This was the first woman he married. He could not just turn his back on her.
"How can you ever tell where she ends and the sheets begin?" Daphne muttered as she pulled Niles out of the room. "They're both thin and pale. Unless you've been staring at the mess for a zillion hours, it's impossible," she snapped.
Niles sighed heavily. "I guess I deserved that."
"You deserved a lot more, but we're in a public place," Daphne muttered angrily. "How can you continue with this ridiculous behavior?"
"Can we not talk about it now?" Niles asked. "How's Roz?"
Daphne sighed. "Unsure," she admitted. "She's not responding well to the radiation, but there are a few other methods they still have to explore."
"That's a shame," Niles said sincerely. "Come on, let's get out of here."
"Daphne Moon!"
Daphne turned around to whoever had just called her name. "Yes?" she called cautiously. She grabbed Niles hand, and walked closer to the mysterious voice. "What do you want?"
"It's about Roz," the voice said. "I'm one of her doctors," he said as he finally appeared from behind one of the crash carts.
"What about Roz?" Daphne asked fearfully.
"She's your half sister."