Wednesday Night
"No...No... Please..."
"Fras, can you please stop listening to that damn opera? I can't hear my TV program!" Martin snapped.
Frasier looked up from his book. "Dad, I'm not listening to anything. I'm just sitting here reading this fascinating book on psychosis. An opera would hardly be a very
good companion for this sub-."
"NO!"
At the unmistakable scream, Frasier and Martin ran into the hallway.
"Daphne!"
As soon as they entered her room, she held out her arms and began to cry. "Oh, Dear God, she's trembling even worse than before." Frasier said.
"Daphne, please tell us what happened." Martin said.
"I-I can't." Daphne sobbed. "Oh God... I hate this!"
Frasier sat down on the bed and took her hand. "This won't go away unless you talk about it. I know it's hard, but just... take your time."
"O-okay." Daphne said. "I was on me way to the market and just as I started to cross the street, a huge piece of metal fell from the sky and landed right in front of me
face!"
"Dear God!" Frasier yelled. "How did you get away?"
"Well, I didn't. Seconds before it fell, someone grabbed me from behind-." Daphne said.
"Who was it?" Martin demanded. "Did he hurt you? Because if he did, I'll kill him with my own two hands!"
Touched by Martins' concern for her, Daphne squeezed his hand. "Thank you, Mr. Crane. I love you, too."
"Did he hurt you?" Frasier asked, echoing his father's words.
Daphne shook her head. "No... Actually if he hadn't grabbed me, I probably wouldn't be here now. He pulled me back onto the sidewalk right before the metal crashed
in front of me eyes."
"You could have been killed." Frasier said. "No wonder you've been so upset."
"I-I couldn't believe it." Daphne said. "And it happened right across the street from the market!"
"Dear God." Frasier said again." This man saved your life. You must let me repay him somehow."
"I-I can't."
At his surprised look she smiled. "I-I mean... I didn't see his face. He just vanished into thin air! When I realized what had happened, a bunch of people had crowded
around me, askin' all sorts of bloody questions that I couldn't very well answer. Talkin' nonsense about guardian angels! I mean, can you imagine?"
Frasier smiled. "I think maybe it was a guardian angel."
"Dr. Crane, you can't be serious!" Daphne said. "There's no such thing!"
"Well whoever it was, we're eternally grateful to them." Frasier said. "He made a decision that spared your life. And I'm going to do everything I can to find him. He
needs to know how much we appreciate what he's done."
"There's no way to repay someone for doin' somethin' like that." Daphne said. "Sayin' thank you just isn't enough."