Chapter Three

"Crane residence," Daphne Moon said cheerily as she picked up the phone for the twelfth time in the past fifteen minutes. Martin and Niles were seated on the couch looking up expectantly at her. "No, Roz, we still haven't heard anything," Daphne said, also for the twelfth time in the past fifteen minutes.

"I just don't get it," Martin Crane said as he moved over to his favorite green and orange striped chair and sat down. "This really isn't like Frasier to just take off without any warning."

Niles shook his head. "Are you forgetting the time he went down to Acapulco after chasing that girl at the airport?" he asked curiously.

"We got a phone message that time!" Martin argued. "Granted it was vague, but it was something."

"Yes, I promise to call you the second we find out something," Daphne repeated once again before hanging up the phone. "Bye, Roz," she added as she placed the phone back on the base unit. She sighed as she walked over and sat down next to Niles. "Roz has been harassing almost everyone down at the station. No one has a clue as to where Dr. Crane went."

Martin sighed again as he turned to Niles. "What the hell did you two do last night?"

"Me?" Niles asked in horror. "Why do you automatically assume this was all my fault? The last person I saw him with was Lilith." He gasped as his eyes widened. "You don't think the two of them…"

Martin rose and walked over to the phone. "There's only one way to find out," he stated. "What hotel was she staying at?"

"Oh, this is all my fault," Niles muttered. "Frasier specifically asked me to keep the two of them apart, and now look at what happened. God, I only left them alone for one minute while I went to the bathroom. "

Martin groaned. "Would you shut up?" he asked in a loud voice so that he could be heard over Niles' babbling. "Look, it doesn't matter how it happened. We just have to find out where they're staying before they do anything stupid."

Frasier gazed through the trauma room at the woman from the stairs, the woman he married. The doctors and nurses were busy working on her to no end. They had been working for the past several hours, but they had not finished. He could not stand to look at her any longer, but he feared that if he looked away then she would disappear or die.

A man in a nice business suit approached him. "Sir, are you ready to talk about last night?" he asked calmly as he stood next to Frasier.

Frasier nodded slowly. "Yes, I think so," he responded. "It's still a little blurry."

"Let's start with what you know," the man said as he started guiding Frasier away from the trauma room. "Do you know your name?"

"Frasier Crane," Frasier answered as he turned his head to look back at the trauma room. "Why are we leaving?"

The man sighed heavily. "I think it's best if I ask the questions," he said as the two of them sat down in the waiting room. "Do you know her name?"

Frasier sighed tragically as he scanned his memory. That same scene played over and over in his head.

"We wanna get married. I'm Frasier Crane, and she's--"

He tried desperately to remember. The only thing he could remember about her was that she was drunk. He closed his eyes and tried to recall what happened next.

"We really wanna get married," Frasier declared as he pointed over at the woman. By this point, she had fallen down from the couch. She was now crawling along the floor in search of something. Frasier chuckled slightly as he joined her. "Darling, what are we looking for?" he whispered.

"More wine," the woman whispered with a smile on her face. "But I'll keep looking. You just get us married."

Frasier nodded as he stood back up and placed both hands on the receptionist's desk. "Like I was saying, my lady and I wanna get married, and it's your job to do that for us," he declared firmly.

The receptionist rolled her eyes. "Bride's name?" she asked simply.

"Lilith!" Frasier declared loudly as he looked over at the man. "You can write that down," he added as he gestured at the man's chart. "Her name's Lilith."

The man nodded. "Lilith Sternin, and I know," he said simply. "This isn't about what I know. The important thing is for you to tell me what happened. That's what I don't know."

"I married her," Frasier stated. "Is it too much for me to want to see my wife?" he asked.

The man shook his head. "No, it's a reasonable request, and you will see her soon," he assured Frasier.