Wearily she sat down in Niles plush chair, the one that was carefully positioned by the stairs, blotting her eyes. And just as she suspected, he was there in an instant, attempting to comfort her.
"Just let it out, Daphne. I'm here for you."
"I keep telling you, I'm not crying! It's these damn lashes!"
"Look at you. As courageous as you are beautiful."
The words warmed her heart and she smiled, taking a long sip of her champagne. "Thank you Dr. Crane. That's very sweet."
But then to her horror, he took the champagne glass from her hand and gave it to an unsuspecting Roz.
"What are you doing?"
"You shouldn't be drinking this poison in your condition."
"What condition? What poison? It's perfectly good champagne, Dr. Crane! Now give it back! Give me back my champagne!" She shouted. "What's wrong with you?"
"I just want what's best for you."
"What's best for me is a drink! I'm serious, Dr. Crane! What has gotten into you?"
He turned to Roz, unaware that she was the one who shouldn't be drinking. And yet she gulped down the rest of Daphne's champagne.
"Roz..." Daphne hissed, giving her a warning glare.
"Fine." Roz said. "Everyone knows anyway. Might as well make a big announcement about it."
"But Roz, you don't even know if it's true or not!"
"You're right. Niles, can I use your phone?"
"Or course Roz. It's right up-"
"Never mind. I'll find it! Oh wait, I need a tissue. I have a feeling I'm going to need lots of them."
Daphne hurried to follow Roz into the kitchen and sat down at the table, taking her hand. Almost instantly Roz started to cry.
"Oh Roz… it'll be okay. There's no use fretting about it until you know for sure."
"I can't help it, Daphne."
Daphne took one of the tissues and blotted her eyes. "Oh, me eyes are getting worse. I suppose I should get someone to take me home. It's a shame really because… well, it is Halloween and it's better than sitting in the living room alone at home, giving out Halloween candy to the neighbor's kids. I'll just end up eating it all meself and then gain a hundred pounds. Who would want me then?"
"Don't worry about Frasier. He'll take care of you."
Daphne smiled. "Thanks, Roz."
"I'm going to go make the phone call."
Daphne squeezed her hand. "All right. And don't worry. Remember Dr. Crane and I are here for you. And Mr. Crane too."
Roz gave her a hug. "Thanks, Daphne."
When Roz was gone, Daphne sat in the kitchen, blotting her eyes. "What am I going to do? This is bloody awful!"
"Oh Daphne…"
At the sound of the unmistakable voice, she looked up, but the door was closed. Perhaps she was hearing things. Oh God, this night was getting progressively worse. Maybe staying at home would have been the wiser choice. But there was nothing she could do about it now. And there was no chance that Frasier would take her home. He was too engrossed in the blonde, dressed as Eve. Asking Niles to drive her home was out of the question. It was his party and it wasn't fair to put him in such an uncomfortable place.
She just had to wait it out and hope that things improved before the night was over.