"Can't you drive any faster? Geez, people in the slow lane are driving faster than us!"
Frasier rolled his eyes. "Dad, if I had known that you planned on criticizing my driving all the way here I would have never agreed to let you come along."

"Like hell I wouldn't come! You expect me to sit at home, cleaning up after that fiasco of a party and worry about Daphne?"

Defeated, Frasier sighed. "You're right, Dad and I'm sorry. I guess I'm more worried about her than I thought."

Martin put his hand on his son's arm. "I'm sorry too."

"I just don't understand what could have happened. When she called she was so happy that Niles was coming to get her."

At this, Martin frowned.

"Something wrong, Dad?"

"Fras, you don't think he mentioned the Sonics game do you? I mean he's been pretty big-headed over this whole thing."

"Good Lord, Dad. Of course not! When it comes to sports, Niles has short-term memory!"

"Let's hope so." Martin said.

They drove the rest of the way in silence; each of them deep in thought. It wasn't until they arrived at Cascade Falls that Frasier spoke again.

"All right, Dad. Here we are."

Martin's eyes widened. "Wow! You weren't kidding, this place is amazing! Looks like a four star lodge!"

"That's exactly why I chose it." Frasier said, grateful for the unintentional compliment. "I wanted Daphne to feel as comfortable as possible."

They got out of the car and walked to the gorgeous log building that looked remarkably like the famous lodges in Alaska and Canada.

"I'll just go to the front desk and sign her out and then we'll be on our way."

Frasier said. "Now listen, Dad don't force her to tell us what's wrong. Just be patient and I'm sure she'll explain when she's ready."

"Well thanks for that advice, Sigmund Freud!" Martin said.

Frasier looked at his father in surprise. "Thank you, Dad. That's an enormous compliment!"

"Yeah? Well I sure didn't mean it that way!" Martin snapped.

Ignoring his father, Frasier walked into the lobby and smiled at the receptionist; Martin following close behind.

"Hello, I'm here to pick up-."

The woman's eyes widened. "You're Dr. Frasier Crane!"

Frasier smiled proudly. "Yes, I am! Thanks for listening. It's always nice to meet a fan!"

"Your brother is the basketball star! Niles Crane!"

"Oh Geez..." Martin groaned.

Frasier's eyebrows rose. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, we were watching it on the TV earlier to-."

The woman stopped short when she saw Frasier's un-amused glare.

"Listen, I'll have you know that Niles Crane knows about as much about basketball as you know about... well... psychiatry! And as for his being a star..."

"Well I am a psychology major." The woman said.

"And as much as I admire that, I hardly think that qualifies as-."

"Fras-." Martin interrupted. "Just get Daphne so we can go, okay?"

"That's Daphne-."

"Moon, I know." The woman said. "She's been waiting for you, Dr. Crane."

"Is she okay?" Frasier asked. "She seemed so upset over the phone."

The woman only smiled. "I'll let her know that you're here."

Frasier and Martin looked around the lobby which was filled with women who were engrossed in all sorts of activities.

"Well, this certainly seems nice." Frasier said, admiring the plush chairs and leather sofas.

"Fras?"

Frasier whirled around to face his father, surprised when he saw Martin's worried expression.

"What's wrong?"

"You think she's okay, don't you?"

Frasier sighed, knowing he couldn't hide the truth from his father.

"I certainly hope so, Dad."