When the conversation lulled, Daphne had never been so grateful for a person to stop talking. No wonder Frasier moved away from Boston. She'd go out of her bloody mind listening to these maddening people all day.

Discreetly she headed for the bar and ordered a drink for herself and one for Niles. She knew it was wrong encouraging him to drink, but she'd keep a careful eye on him. And with any luck the alcohol would soothe them both.

She could hardly wait until they could return to their hotel room, shed their clothes and resume their blissful lovemaking until they fell asleep in each other's arms and-.

"Daphne!"

She was so startled by the booming voice that she nearly spilled the drinks that were now sloshing back and forth in their glasses.

"Carla..."

"Hey Daph what are you doing over here?"

"What does it look like?" Daphne muttered under her breath. "Oh... I was just getting Niles a drink. I didn't mean to leave him for so long. I got caught in a conversation with Norm's wife Vera and-."

"Vera? Are you crazy?"

Annoyed, Daphne sighed. What business of it was Carla's who Daphne talked to? She wanted to say these very words, but she'd made a promise to her husband to be cordial. And so against her will, she smiled. "Well I excused myself as quickly as I could so that I could bring this to Niles and-where is me husband anyway?"

"I think he went to the men's room."

"Oh... well that's understandable. He did have quite a few drinks."

Carla began to laugh, causing Daphne to raise her eyebrows in confusion.

"Did I say something funny?"

"No... It's just..." Carla began, hardly able to control her laughter.

"Well, I'll just go into the foyer and wait for him."

"You might be waitin' a long time." Carla replied.

Her statement caused a tinge of concern and Daphne's heart leapt.

"I don't understand."

"Well, with all that liquid inside it's probably hard for the doc to hold it in if you know what I mean."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean but if you're referring to-."

Carla held up her hand. "Spare me, okay? But a word of advice. Don't let him drink too much water-or any water for that matter... especially before bed."

Daphne crossed her arms in front of her body. Who did this woman think she was?

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

Carla merely shrugged. "When you gotta go, you gotta go..."

"What in the bloody hell are you talking about?" Daphne shouted.

"You mean he didn't tell you?"

Daphne swallowed hard, feeling incredibly naive. "Tell me what?"

"About his... problem."

"What bloody problem?" Daphne yelled.

"Hey Norm! Cliff! Come here!" Carla yelled, waving her hand like mad. When the two men approached, Carla eyed the drinks in their hands.
"Cliff, do you believe this? It seems Mr. Indubitably here didn't tell his wife about his bed wetting!"

Daphne's mouth fell open. "H-his what?"

"His bed wetting! I can't believe he kept it from you. I mean he must hide it pretty well because you're bound to find out when you go to take the sheets off of the bed to find them soaking wet, and I don't mean from the heat!"

The three of them fell in to hysterical laughter.

"Unless he paid the maid to change them!" Norm laughed, making them all laugh even harder.

"I don't understand. Niles never mentioned-."

"Of course he didn't!" Carla said. "But I just can't believe he didn't tell you! Some husband he is!"

Daphne glared at the obnoxious threesome, letting this news sink in. "Niles is a wonderful husband and I love him very much! We tell each other everything!" She said firmly. "Perhaps he didn't feel... Oh bloody hell why am I even discussing this with you? It's none of your damn business!"

They laughed even harder but Daphne didn't find it the least bit funny. Anger rose from within and it was all she could do not to cause a scene. She swallowed hard, avoiding eye contact.

"I'll just head over to the loo and check on him. He's been in there a long time and I want to make sure he's all right."
"Uh, Daphne he's not in there."

Daphne's eyes met Cliff's and she stared at him. "What?"

"Yeah, we were just talking to him and he ran out the door."

Her heart raced. "Where did he go? Did he say?"

"I dunno. Said something about reservations. Next thing I know he was gone."

Daphne's chest hurt and she found it hard to breathe. And suddenly she knew where her husband had gone. She just hoped she wasn't too late.