"Dr. Crane? Dr. Crane, are you there?"

Roz cut to a commercial and then ran out of the booth.

"Oh Frasier, I'm so sorry! If I had known he was talking about his son I wouldn't have put the call through! God, I'm such an idiot!"

When Frasier said nothing, she moved closer to him, painfully aware that he was staring at a picture of Frederick; the tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Frasier... Oh God... I can't let you go back on the air like this. I'm going to run the Best of Frasier Crane."

"What the hell is going on here?" Kenny asked.

"It's my fault... He got a call that upset him so I'm running The Best of Frasier Crane."

"But what about our ratings? They'll plummet unless we give them new material!"

Roz scoffed. "Is that all you can think of? Look at him! He's a basket case!"

They both stared at Frasier who was blotting his eyes with a tissue, staring at the picture of his son. The image of the handsome little boy smiled at his father, through

the glass picture frame.

"What's this? The doc finally cracked up, I see!" Bulldog laughed.

Roz whirled around in anger. "Damn it, Bulldog! Can't you see that he's upset? Now get out of here!"

She turned to Frasier and rubbed his back in a desperate effort to calm him.

"Good Lord, what's happened?" Gil asked, staring at Frasier in horror.

Roz rolled her eyes as she continued to rub Frasier's back. "He's upset."

Annoyed, Gil turned up his nose. "Well I can see that, but... why?"

"Hey! Someone's having a party and didn't invite me!" Noel said.

"God, can't you all just leave?" Roz yelled.

Frasier raised his head looking tearfully at his friends. "It's all right, Roz. I appreciate everyone's concern. If you must know, Lilith-."

"Frasier-you don't have to tell them." Roz said.

Frasier smiled and took Roz's hand. "Thank you, Roz, but actually it might be therapeutic to release some of my distress."

"Enough with the big words, Doc just spill it! I've got a show to do." Bulldog said.

"A while back, Lilith was in town for a conference and she heard a rather disturbing call that I received from a caller named Gordon regarding his son."

Kenny put his hands on his head in disbelief. "Oh geez, Frasier. Why didn't you tell me? I would have made sure that guy never called here again!"

"That's not all..." Roz said.

"That's not half of it. She was so aghast by the situation that she's... forbidden me to have any contact whatsoever with Frederick. No calls, no letters, no hugs... no

kisses... Oh my sweet little b-."

suddenly his voice broke and he began to sob once more.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Crane. I know exactly what you're going through."

Roz looked at Noel in amazement, feeling a sudden sentiment for the man who was usually so annoying. "You do, Noel? I didn't know you had kids."

Noel shrugged. "Well, I don't, but there was this episode of Star Trek where Captain Kirk-."

"GET OUT!" Roz screamed. She grabbed the folder out of Bulldog's hand and hurled it at Noel, sending papers flying in every direction before they floated to the

ground.

"Hey! Those are my notes for today's show!" Bulldog yelled as he hurried to pick up the papers that covered the floor.

"Yeah? Well IMPROVISE!" Roz yelled. "Now get out!"

When the studio was finally empty, Roz locked the door and turned to Frasier.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am! This is all my fault!"

"Actually, it's Lilith's."

Frasier said the words so quietly that she barely heard him.

"Oh God, Frasier..."

She coaxed him out of the chair and hugged him tightly, but the second she touched him, he collapsed into tears once more.

"What am I going to do without my son, Roz?"

Roz sighed, her own eyes filling with tears. "I'm so sorry, Frasier..." She whispered, knowing that the comforting words did little to soothe his aching heart.