"Well, I'm off." Frasier announced as he gathered his briefcase and jacket. "Do have a good Easter Sunday, Roz. And -." He paused to kiss her cheek. "God bless you."

As he walked out of the studio without another word, he caught a glimpse of his producer staring at him in surprise and he smiled in amusement. He knew that she was

confused, but that was to be expected. He also knew that she had good reason for her reaction. It was only right to turn around and explain, but he was overly anxious to get

home.

He had some much anticipated reading to catch up on in the privacy of his bedroom. He hated the thought of being so secretive about his choice of reading material, but he

knew without a doubt that his family (especially his father and Niles) would never understand. And he wasn't sure that he'd really be able to explain; not just yet.

As he drove back to the Elliott Bay Towers, he quickly grew tired of his usual radio station; KING-FM, which showcased great classical and operatic music. He longed for

something deeper. And he found it in the form of Spirit 105.3.

He'd never listened to it before but he recognized the DJ's voice almost instantly. The station advertised on Public Television quite heavily, boasting that they specialized in both

contemporary and classic spiritual and religious music. It was just the sort of thing he needed at the moment.

Almost instantly the organ music filled his car speakers and suddenly he was surrounded by strands of "Onward Christian Soldiers". He sang along with the classic song, his

voice bold and clear. He was, after all, singing for the Lord, so he did his best to make certain that he sounded perfect.

When the song ended, the DJ began a prayer. For a split second, Frasier considered closing his eyes, but then he realized that doing so while driving was by all accounts

impossible. Instead he laid his hand over his heart, hoping that the small gesture would suffice. The prayer ended shortly thereafter to which Frasier sighed contentedly and said

"Amen."

He hummed along to other songs that followed, wondering how he'd managed to overlook such a wonderful station. KACL notwithstanding, Spirit FM was quite simply, a breath

of fresh spring air. How joyous that he had discovered it on Good Fridays of all days! He could only imagine the fanfare that Spirit FM would cause during the Christmas season.

He made a mental note to tune in come November, but he had a very good feeling that he'd be listening to Spirit FM long before then. The music was amazingly uplifting and

soothing. It was quite a nice change from opera and Mozart.

When at last he reached his home, he looked toward the heavens and smiled. The grey, dreary day was beginning to disappear. The clouds had begun to part and a ray of

sunshine was peeking through. Yes, it was shaping up to be a perfect Good Friday and he thanked God for creating it.