Frasier held Daphne tightly, stroking her hair. "Oh Daphne, it's all right. We're going home now."

"I-I'm sorry." She said, pulling out of his arms.

Frasier looked her up and down. "My God..."

She blinked in surprise. "What? What's wrong? It's me dress, isn't it? Oh I knew that this was the wrong color for me but all the girls insisted that I try it on, and-."

"You look fine, Daphne." Martin said.

"Actually... you don't look fine." Frasier said.

Daphne gasped in shock. "Wh-what?"

"Frasier!" Martin yelled. "That's a hell of a thing to say!

"Dad, please! I wasn't finished!" Frasier said.

Filled with relief, Daphne put her hand on her chest. "Well, thank goodness for that because I thought...What were you going to say?"

Frasier smiled and took her hand. "You look incredible, Daphne."

"You sure do!" Martin agreed.

For the first time in hours, Daphne actually smiled.

"Thank you so much." She said, hugging both Frasier and Martin.

"You've never looked lovelier." Frasier said.

"It was a lot of hard work, but I certainly don't deserve such praise." Daphne said.

"And it certainly paid off." Frasier finished.

"It sure did." Martin said. "And I bet Niles-."

At the sound of his name, Daphne burst into tears, as Frasier rushed to console her.

"What in the hell is going on?" Martin asked.

"You know Dad? Perhaps it's best if we go. We can sort this all out at home.

Daphne looks tired and I'm sure she's anxious to be back in her own room."
Martin sighed. "You're probably right."

"While I'm taking care of the paperwork, why don't you help Daphne put her things in the car?"

"Sure Fras. Got everything, Daphne?"

Wordlessly she nodded.

"All right, come on."

Martin and Daphne walked out to the car and packed her belongings into Frasier's BMW.

"I bet you'll be glad to be home." Martin said after an awkward silence. "You can... sleep in your own bed. And I know that Niles missed you like hell. He couldn't stop talking about-."

When she burst into tears once more, Martin groaned. "Oh geez, not this again."

"I'm so sorry." She said tearfully.

At a loss for words, he hugged her tightly. "Look, I'm no shrink but I know that it doesn't make sense to apologize when you've done nothing wrong. It's stupid!"

But Daphne continued to cry as Martin looked worriedly at the front of the spa.

"I sure hope Fras gets back soon. I'm anxious to get home myself."

To his relief, Frasier emerged from the door and made his way to the car.

"Thank God!" Martin said. "What in the hell took you so long?"

"Now Dad, calm down! It took a little time to ensure that all the paperwork was in order!"

"But we've been here all day! How could it take so long! We're here to pick up Daphne, not to buy some damn sports car!"

"Oh, Mr. Crane!" Daphne laughed, surprising both men.

"Well I'm sorry, Dad!" Frasier snapped as he unlocked the car door. "I know you'll be crushed if you miss even one minute of the Sonics game! God forbid that they actually win a game!"

He turned, horrified to find that Daphne had started to cry once more.

"Dear God, Daphne." He said taking her in his arms. "I can't stand to see you like this. Let's get you home."

They climbed into the car, Daphne settling into the plush back seat.

"Dad, would you mind driving? I'm going to sit back here with Daphne."

"What am I? A chauffer?" Martin asked.

Frasier shook his head in disbelief. "Dad, please! Look, you can even... change the station on the radio so that you don't miss a minute of the game. Change it to KJR 950. They should have the Sonics game on."

"Thanks Fras!" Martin said tuning the radio station until the famous voice of the Sonics announcer came on the air.

"And there's the tip off...Seattle has the ball and... number 36 scores! Barely a minute into the game and it's already Sonics 2, Trailblazers 0. This is sure to be an interesting-."

"I don't want to hear about the bloody Sonics!" Daphne cried.

"What's wrong with the Sonics?" Martin asked.

"Dad, just... turn the game down, okay?" Frasier said.

Reluctantly Martin did as he was asked, and as soon as he started the car, Frasier put his arm around Daphne in an attempt to calm her.

"Come on!" Martin was yelling as he pulled the car out of the parking lot. "Just shoot the ball into the basket why don't you?"

"Oh Niles..."

Daphne sobbed again, leaning against Frasier's chest as she soaked his suit with tears.

"Dear God... My suit!" Frasier said.

Immediately Daphne sat up and dabbed her eyes with the handkerchief he gave her.

"Oh, Daphne I don't know what's happened but it certainly has you upset." Frasier said.

"Well talk about it when we get home! I'm trying to listen to the game here!" Martin yelled.

"Don't worry, Daphne." Frasier said as he patted her arm. "We'll be home soon."