When she was gone, Martin looked worriedly at his sons. "Is she okay?"

Frasier shrugged. "She seems a little distressed. I wonder what brought that on? Surely she's not still upset over her mother's comments. I was hoping this trip would

be good for her. She's been working so hard and she was so thrilled when we told her she could come with us."

Martin smiled at the memory. "She sure was. Well, maybe she'll feel better after she tastes those cinnamon rolls. I know I would. In fact, I think I'll change my order

and-."

Frasier's hand went to his father's arm. "Dad-."

"Oh, all right. Geez, you can never have any fun around here. Even on vacation!"

Niles focused his attention on the Ladies' room door. Something was definitely wrong.

Daphne had been so excited earlier about this trip; talking incessantly about the cacations she'd taken as a girl in Manchester and how Frasire and

Martin changed her life by asking her to come along. What could have happened to change her mood so quickly? She actually winced in pain!

He had to help her. He slid out of the booth and rose to his feet.

"Niles! What in the hell do you think you're doing?" Frasier asked.

"I'm going to help Daphne. Something's wrong."

"Like hell you will! You can't just burst through into the bathroom like that. I've told you a hundred times, women need their privacy!" Martin said. "Oh, thank God, the food's here!"

The waitress smiled as she sat their plates on the table. "Can I get you anything else?"

"Um, no. That's fine." Frasier said, glancing worriedly at the Ladies' room door.

"Okay... Well, enjoy!" the waitress said with a smile. When Frasier didn't smile back she looked at him with concern.

"Something wrong?"

"I'm not sure." Frasier said. "This is rather awkward, but would you mind checking on the woman who was at our table?"

"The one who ordered the cinnamon rolls?"

"Yes. Well, I'm afraid that she's a bit distressed and I can't figure out why. But I can't exactly go into the Ladies room and talk to her." Frasier said.

"Sure, I'd be happy to."

"Thank you. I'd appreciate it."

(Meanwhile inside the Ladies room...)

Daphne's heart raced as she tried to force herself to keep calm. It was just a vision; something that happens all the time. But this one was different. There were no

images; just words. Sweet, wonderful words in a voice so familiar it made her shiver.

Dr Crane's voice...

Niles...

Warmth ran over her as she remembered how those words made her feel. But what on Earth could have possibly made them appear in a so-called vision? They

certainly never had a conversation like that before. Besides, he was married and she was... Well, just a poor healthcare worker from Manchester.

But now she found she couldn't get him out of her mind.

A knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts.

"Hon? Is everything all right in there?"

Curious, she opened the door. "I'm sorry; I don't mean to be takin up so much time in your loo. I'll be out in a second."

"No rush, Hon." The waitress said. "The gentlemen at the table were worried about you. Especially the handsome one. He can't seem to take his eyes off of the door

and I'm pretty sure I know why."

Daphne swallowed hard. "Handsome one?"

"Well I think he is, anyway. Over there, in the Hawaiian shirt."

She glanced toward the table, her heart warming when she saw Niles, deep in conversation with his father and brother, probably talking about her.

"Shall I tell them you're okay?"

"No, I'll do it, thank you." Daphne said. "Thank you for checkin on me."

"Anytime Hon. We get customers in here from all over the US but we consider them all family, whether they come in once or every day. Now, I'll get your cinnamon rolls

warmed up so they'll be nice and hot when you get back to the table."

"Thank you. That's very kind of you." Daphne said.

When the waitress was gone, Daphne took a deep breath and walked out of the Ladies room.

She'd no sooner crossed the room when the three men looked up, all speaking at once.

"Daphne! Are you okay? What happened? We were worried."

"I'm sorry, I was feeling a bit dizzy." She said, grateful that she'd told the truth at least somewhat.

"Here have a seat." Niles said, rising to help her to the booth.

"Thank you, Dr. Crane. I think I'll feel better in a minute."

"Nothing a nice hot cinnamon roll won't cure." Martin said.

Daphne sat down and picked up one of the cinnamon rolls; sighing when she took a bite. It was the most wonderful thing she'd ever eaten in her life.

She jumped in surprise when Niles reached over and touched her hand. "Are you feeling better now?"

The question made her smile. "Yes... much better."

When he returned his attention to Frasier, she couldn't help staring at him. There was something about him that she hadn't noticed before; a sweetness that she'd

never known was there.

And now that she'd seen it, she wasn't quite sure what to do about it. Oh, damn those crazy visions making her think that he actually had feelings for her.

It was ridiculous! They were just friends... good friends.

But her heart refused to listen to reason...