The next few days were pure torture at the Elliot Bay Towers. Frasier, Daphne and Martin said little to one another and every ring of the phone gave them unanswered hope. Despite the constant worry, Daphne did her best to hold everyone together. But when she was alone, and when she least expected it, the pain began to surface.
All it took was a glance at the door, hoping that any moment the doorbell would ring. She would open it to see his smiling face. He was always so impeccably dressed, be it in a handsome suit or head to toe in white, ready for a squash game with Frasier.
Now as she hurried to put dinner on the table, she glanced at the empty chair and tears filled her eyes. Tears that, yet again, she quickly brushed away. She couldn't have Mr. Crane and Dr. Crane see that she'd been crying. Although she had a feeling that the same was true of them.
But at night, as she lay in her bed, staring out the window, she was sometimes rewarded with a glimpse of the bright moon or even a few stars. But true to Seattle's weather, the view was mostly grey skies. However, on nights when only one star was visible, she made an unselfish wish to the heavens above.
"Please let Dr. Crane live." She pleaded. "He needs to be okay. He's a good man and he cares about everyone. And I love… Um… care about him… So much."
Hours later when she finally drifted off to sleep, it was a restless slumber, one filled with images of her friend. Images she wanted so much to be real.
"Please let him be okay…."