As she held the dustpan against the linoleum floor, her hand trembled, making it almost impossible to sweep up the broken glass. But she had to get the mess cleaned up before Frasier returned. She was in no mood for his ranting and raving about a bloody broken drinking glass. The man was completely-
She gasped as the vision came again, more clearly this time and she released her grip on the dustpan. Her heart racing, she rose to her feet and ran into the living room to grab her purse. And as if by way of a sign, she heard a familiar voice.
"Daphne, where are you going?"
"Oh, I just remembered, there's something I need to do." She said. It wasn't a lie, but she wasn't about to tell him where she was going. However, as she suspected, Frasier didn't buy a word of it.
"At this hour? Daphne what could be so important that you have to-."
"I'll be back later." She called to him as she quickly crossed the living room to grab her purse. "Don't wait up for me!"
She could hear Frasier's protest as she ran out of the condo. The elevator doors couldn't open fast enough and the trip to the lobby seemed to take a lifetime. But she was soon in her car, headed to the Montana.
As she drove through the streets, her eyes moved quickly, looking for any sign of him and she prayed that her vision had been a false one. She couldn't lose him now… not when she'd come to realize how much she loved him. It simply wasn't fair. The silent words startled her, for it was the first time that she'd allowed herself to think them.
But she knew that she had felt them long before now, deep in her heart.