All through dinner, Daphne could tell that Niles was upset. She knew some of it had to do with the way his show had gone. But the bigger part was Frasier. She and Niles were happy together, but there had been a void in his life ever since Frasier had left Seattle. No amout of work, opera, or wine club activites would ever make up for his absence. Her heart broke, seeing her husband so sad and lonely. "Call him," she finally said, when she could no longer bear to look at the sadness in his expression.

"I know I should, but I just don't know what to say to him. He's got his own life now."

Daphne smiled at him sympathetically. "Darling, it's only been six months since you last saw him. I'm sure before long, you two will be talking up a storm, just like you used to! Trust me." She reached over to gently squeeze his hand.

"Oh, my love," Niles said, feeling how soft her hand was. "What would I ever do without you?"

Daphne laughed. "Hopefully, neither of us will ever find out. Now, just give me a minute to clear these dishes away, and then I'll take David upstairs with me so you can talk to Frasier in private."

Niles nodded, and Daphne began to clear the table. Once that was finished, she carefully took her son out of his highchair. "Let's go upstairs now so Daddy can call Uncle Frasier," she said.

Niles could hardly breathe for the lump in his throat, seeing his wife taking such tender care of their child. Once again, he was reminded of how lucky he was to have them in his life. And he knew she was right about calling Frasier. For eleven years, he and his brother had shared nearly everything in their lives. And now, they'd barely spoken to each other in the last few months. It wasn't right. But Niles was about to put an end to that right now. He walked into his study, closing the door behind him. Though he knew Daphne would not disturb him, he felt more comfortable here, in his office, surrounded by his familiar books and awards. He dialed the number and waited. Frasier answered on the second ring.

"Niles! It's been so long since I've heard from you, I was starting to think you'd forgotten you had a brother!"

Niles let out a small, defeated sigh. "I know. But I've been busy lately, with David, and my patients."

"That's not what Daphne tells me," Frasier said.

"Well, yes, I have had some troubles with my practice lately."

"Niles, why didn't you tell me?" Frasier asked.

"I was just so ashamed. I mean, what kind of doctor am I, if my patients will leave me just so they can get a better rate? And what kind of man am I, if I can barely bring home a paycheck to my wife and baby?"

"That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"

"I know," Niles admitted. "But at least I've done something about it now. Roz was surprisingly helpful when I went to her with the idea of advertising on KACL."

"I wish you'd told me about that. I can still listen to KACL here in Chicago, you know. Technology is a wonderful thing. I admit I haven't had as much time to listen to the radio as I'd like, but I would've made the time if I'd known my little brother was going to be on the air!"

"Well, I'm glad you didn't hear me today, Frasier. It was awful!" Niles told his brother about the show, and the many callers who'd asked where Frasier was, and why he'd left Seattle so suddenly.

"As touched as I am to know that people haven't forgotten me, I'm sorry you had to go through that," Frasier said. "But you're a very good psychiatrist, and once people get to know you a little better, I'm sure things will be just fine."

Niles' heart swelled, just hearing those kind words from his brother. Though there were over a thousand miles between them, he'd never felt closer to Fraiser than he was right now.