Sam and Diane were both at Cheers at noon the next morning, getting the place opened for business before the one o'clock opening. Sam was full of anticipation because of what he knew was going to occur sometime today but he tried not to show it. Diane had been feeling strange vibes all morning. Like she was expecting something to arrive or to happen, but what? She didn't know. it wasn't long before she got her answer.

Being the smart man that he was, Dr. Frasier Crane came just before the bar opened. He knew this was going to be big and he didn't want the likes of the barflys eavesdropping and/or wondering he was doing there. It wasn't that he didn't like Norm or Cliff or the others, it was just he knew what they were like. Hell, he figured, if the tables were turned, he'd probably behave the same way. Diane was shocked to see him, just like Frasier and Sam knew she would be.

"Hello, Sam," he greeted as he walked through the door. "Hello, Diane."

"Hello," she replies, taking a deep breath. "Surprised to see you here. I thought you would be on your way to Seattle."

"Well, about that..."

"Well," Sam says, heading towards his office. "I'm gonna go in here. I'll let you guys stay here and talk this out."

"What does he know?" Diane asked as soon as she heard the door behind her shut. Frasier takes a seat on one of the barstools.

"He and I had a talk last night."

"Oh really?" She asks, leaning her torso up against the bar. "What about?"

"About Seattle."

"Oh?"

"I didn't take this job out of spite for you, Diane. It was actually meant to be a honeymoon surprise after we would have eloped."

"So, you had this other job offer the whole time?"

"Yeah."

"And you just assumed that I would be okay with just running off to Seattle, just like that? Jesus, Frasier! Any other job offers in New York or Los Angeles or Chicago that I should have known about when Seattle was over?"

"Diane, I didn't mean for you to get hostile over this. I thought it would be good for you to get away from Boston. I mean, you've had quite a rough ride here the last few years."

"Those therapy sessions in Goldenbrook, when we would pillow talk at your place, did you ever pay attention or listen to me?"

"Of course I did," Frasier stated defensively.

"Really?" Diane's voice was getting louder and louder. "When I was in therapy, I kept saying how I wished I was home and how I was going to get better so I can go home. Then I came back and I told you how happy I was to be back home. Couldn't you see that I didn't want to be anywhere than Boston?"

"Then why did you say 'yes' to going to Europe with me?"

"Because I loved you and I wanted you to be happy. I thought I would be happy too when I would get there. I tried my best, Frasier, I suppressed a lot for you. When Coach died, I just couldn't pretend anymore."

"I love you, too, Diane. I honestly didn't know you were in so much pain. I feel terrible for not seeing it," he says getting up from his barstool. Diane knew he was coming around the corner to hug her. She had opened arms for him when he got around to her. They cried a little when they held each other.

"I'm so happy we're not getting married. We would have been so unhappy."

"Ain't that the truth," Frasier agrees as he plants a friendly kiss on Diane's lips. "Well, I'm afraid I have to go. I have a plane to catch."

"Do me a favor, please?"

"What's that Diane?"

"Have a good life."

"Only if you do the same for me."