They were greeted by Morrie, the doorman who greeted them warmly but then raised his eyebrows in utter confusion when he saw Niles carrying a flour sack in his arms as Daphne lovingly whispered words of comfort. And they'd barely reached the elevator when they both burst into laughter. They were still laughing when the doors opened on the nineteenth floor.

Daphne was just about to insert her key into the lock when the door opened automatically. They were greeted by Martin who wore an annoyed look. "What's the big idea, making so much noise like kids? You know how the neighbors are!"

"Oh hush, Mr. Crane!" Daphne scolded. "It's the middle of the day and your son and I were just having a bit of fun! But I suppose we should have been a little quieter. I'm sorry, Dr. Crane."

"Well… all right. But just pipe down, will ya?"

"I wasn't talking to you, old man!" Daphne snapped. "I said Dr. Crane, not Mr. Crane! We should have been quieter or this little one will never settle down for his nap."

Martin's eyes widened. "Little one? What in the hell are you talking about? You're not pregnant are you?"

Daphne gasped. "Mr. Crane! That's a ridiculous thing to say! And I'm not a bloody loon either, if that's what you're thinking! I'm talking about Dr. Crane's son of course!"

"You mean Freddy? He's too old for a nap! And besides, he's in Boston, so-."

"I wasn't talking about your grandson! I meant this Dr. Crane! How hard is that to understand?"

Niles grinned sheepishly at his father and held the flour sack a bit higher. "It's all right… son. We'll get you inside for your nap soon!"

But as expected, his gesture was met with annoyance.

"Oh geez, not this again!" Martin groaned.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Crane?"

"I'm talking about you and Niles acting like a bunch of wackos!"

"Your son is not crazy!" Daphne yelled, pushing past Martin as she led Niles into the condo. "Come on, Dr. Crane. It's time for your son's nap. Let's get him situated on the sofa."

Martin shrugged. "All right Daphne. Niles. I'm sorry. Niles isn't crazy. You both are!"

"Just… go watch your bloody program, old man!" Daphne shouted.

"I'll do better than that!" Martin retorted. "I'm getting out of this nut house! I'm going to Duke's for a beer! The company is bound to be saner than it is around here! And those guys are practically alcoholics! Go figure!"

The words were cruel, and Niles had a right mind to defend Daphne. He should have, even if she had no idea how he felt about her. But then she surprised him yet again as Martin thrust open the door, reminding Niles that she could take care of herself.

"Oh yeah? Well good riddance! Niles and I don't need you! And neither does our son here!"

Niles was so stunned by her words that he barely heard the door slam, rattling the pictures on the walls. If this was a dream, he wanted to sleep forever.