(A while later...)
Daphne walked into the living room to find Frasier engrossed in a book and Martin watching sports on television.
"Hi Daph." Martin said. "You look nice! New clothes?"
Daphne blushed and looked at her jeans and denim vest layered over a white t-shirt.
"Thank you, Mr. Crane. I had to buy a whole new wardrobe. I didn't feel right spending so much money, but I lost so much weight that me old clothes didn't fit quite right."
"That's great Daph! Whoa, look at this! He shoots He scores!" Martin yelled.
"Still watchin' your sports I see." Daphne said.
Frasier chuckled. "You know Dad. He can't live without his beloved Sonics."
"I've never understood what men find fascinatin' about a bunch of overpaid men, trying to put a ball into a basket. I mean the idea of them being paid over a million-."
"Hey! Look at this!" Martin exclaimed. "Niles is on TV again!"
Daphne glanced at the television as the image of Niles attempting to make a basket filled the screen.
Immediately memories of the horrible moment that Niles arrived at the spa filled her mind.
"Turn it off." She ordered.
Martin looked at her in amazement. "What? Are you crazy? This is great! You should have seen him, Daphne. He stood out there and stared at the basket. It went sailing through the air and-."
Her mouth quivered and she blinked, unsuccessfully trying to hold back tears.
"Turn it off!" She yelled.
"But Daph, don't you want to see-."
"Are you deaf, old man? I said turn the bloody thing off!"
Stunned by her outburst, Frasier and Martin exchanged glances and stared at her in amazement as she grabbed the remote and turned off the television set.
"But what about my game?" Martin yelled.
"Dad, forget about the game!" Frasier said.
"Forget about it? It was just getting' started! Who in the hell does she think she is coming over and turning it off?"
"Watch your bloody game then! See if I care!" Daphne yelled angrily. She picked up the remote and threw it at Martin. The remote hit Martin's chair, startling him, and Eddie, who ran across the room.
As though realizing what she'd done, Daphne covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh God, I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me!"
Concerned, Frasier rose from the sofa and went to her.
"Daphne-."
"I-I'm so sorry!" She said again as her voice broke. "I'll just be in me room."
Seconds later, they heard her bedroom door slam.
In the awkward silence that followed, Martin and Fasier looked at each other.
"I'm sorry Fras. It's my fault. I'll go talk to her." Martin said.
"It's all right, Dad. Just watch your game. I'll go."
As Frasier crossed the room to go to Daphne, Martin looked at him worriedly. "What do you think is wrong?"
When Frasier said nothing, Martin knew...
"It's Niles isn't it? He's had a big head ever since he made that basket at the game. You don't think-."
"I'm afraid that's exactly what happened, Dad. I just hope it's not too late to make amends."