(Meanwhile at Elliot Bay Towers)

"What's taking Daphne so long to get back here?" Martin grumbled from his chair as he watched another Seattle Mariner strike out at home plate. "I need a beer!"

"Dad, we have a refrigerator full of beers!" Frasier pointed out. "I hardly think you'll be running out anytime soon!

Martin scoffed. "At this rate, I'll be out of Ballantine's before the game is over!"

Frasier glanced at the television and rolled his eyes. "From the looks of things, I'd say the game is over already."

Martin glared at his son in disbelief. "What are you talking about, Fras? It's only the fourth inning!"

When Frasier nodded toward the screen, his father's expression softened. "Oh... right. Well, I'm sure they'll catch up."

"Dad, that's impossible! They're losing by thirteen runs!"

"Okay, Mr. Smart Guy! When Daphne gets back we'll ask her what she thinks!" Martin snapped.

Frasier glanced at his watch in concern. "Speaking of Daphne, she should have been home by now. I didn't realize how late it had gotten. I hope nothing's happened."

"As long as she has my beer and crackers!" Martin said.

"Honestly, Dad! Is that all you think about? Don't you have any concern as to where Daphne-."

At that moment the door opened and the two men looked up to find Daphne standing in the doorway; her face streaked with tears.

"Daphne, thank God." Frasier said, rushing toward her.

"What happened?" Martin asked. "Where are the groceries?"

Frasier shot his father a look as Daphne held out her arms and began to cry.

"Oh, Dr. Crane!"

"Daphne, you're trembling!" Frasier said when she clung to him. "Dear God, what's happened?"

"I was so scared, Dr. Crane!" Daphne cried into his chest.

Frasier held her tightly, rubbing her back in an attempt to calm her. "There, there Daphne, you're safe now. Nobody's going to hurt you."

"I'm so sorry about the groceries!" Daphne said in between sobs.

"There's no reason to be sorry. Now try to relax, okay? You'll be safe here. This is your home." Frasier said as soothingly as possible.

"What in the hell happened?" Martin asked. "You were just going to the store for some-."

"Dad, don't worry, you'll get your beer!" Frasier yelled.

"I don't give a damn about the beer! Can't you see I'm worried about Daphne?" Martin asked.

Daphne pulled out of Frasier's arms and went to hug Martin. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Crane!"

"It's okay, Daphne. You're home now." Martin said, hesitantly patting her back as she held onto him, crying into his flannel shirt.

"I'll make you some tea." Frasier said. "Just have a seat on the sofa."

"Fras, are you crazy?" Martin yelled.

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

At his son's confused glance, Martin smiled at Daphne. "Sit in my chair. It's a hell of a lot more comfortable than that sofa."

Daphne blinked in surprise. "Thank you, Mr. Crane."

"Well, go ahead." He prompted, pointing to the well-worn chair.

Dutifully she sat down as Frasier handed her a cup of hot tea.

"Daphne, is there anything we can do for you?"

"You've done more than enough, Dr. Crane. I can't thank you en-." When her voice broke, Frasier looked worriedly at his father.

"What should we do?" Martin asked. "Think she'll be okay?"

"I wish I knew what caused this. It seems she's had a rather frightening experience." Frasier said. "She should probably rest for a while."

Immediately, Daphne shook her head in protest. "Oh no, Dr. Crane! Your dinner party! I've got to get to the market!"

When she attempted to get out of Martin's chair, Frasier put his hand on her shoulder. "Absolutely not, Daphne. The groceries aren't important anymore."

"But what about your water crackers?"

Frasier smiled and took her hand. "The only thing that I'm concerned with right now is you. Now why don't you go get some rest?"

"But Dr. Crane..."

"Doctor's orders." Frasier said, squeezing her hand. "You've had a traumatic experience. If you want to talk about it, I'm listening."

But Daphne didn't even smile at the familiar catch phrase. Instead she hugged him tightly, brushing a tear from her cheek.

"Goodnight Dr. Crane; Mr. Crane."

"Goodnight, Daphne." Martin said when she hugged him as well.

When she disappeared into the hallway, Martin and Frasier exchanged worried glances. She'd been through a terrible ordeal and they had no idea how to help her.