57-Silence
When the ON-AIR light was turned off, Frasier sat perfectly still, enjoying the peacefulness.
"Um… Frasier?"
"Shh!" He hissed, holding up his index finger. "Roz… Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Exactly. Silence. No door banging open, no resonating gong, no-."
"Hey Doc! How about those Seahawks?" Bulldog yelled.
"How about shutting up?" Roz snapped. "You know for once it'd be nice to enjoy a little peace and quiet around here!"
Frasier stood and gathered his briefcase and coat, smiling sympathetically at Roz. At least someone understood the meaning of peace on earth, even if it was but a dream.