Frasier, Roz and Martin stared at her in horror and even Niles looked surprised. But no one was more surprised than she.

"Daphne, are you out of your mind?" Roz snapped.

"Niles, what in God's name were you thinking, you drunk imbecile!" This, from Frasier.

Martin, however, was surprisingly calm. "Frasier, stay out of this! It doesn't concern you, so I'd suggest that you just keep your big bazzoo shut!"

"What do you mean it doesn't concern me? Niles is my brother, not to mention extremely drunk! What is that, Niles, your fourth? Fifth glass of champagne? Dear God, control yourself! And as for you, Daphne, it doesn't take a… well, a psychiatrist to know that even though Niles has claimed to have been in love with you and I quote, since the day he laid eyes on you, he-."

Once again she found it hard to breathe. Could what Frasier was saying really be true? No, it wasn't possible. Niles was sophisticated and well educated. He couldn't possibly be in love with her.

"Dr. Crane…"

"Daphne, please! Listen to what I'm trying to say!" Frasier continued. "He only proposed because he thinks you're pregnant! Well, I've got news for you, Niles. Daphne's not pregnant, Roz is!"

In one fluid motion, Niles rose to his feet and stared at his brother.

"Roz?"

"Yes, Niles, Roz is pregnant! Are you happy now?"

"I'm not!" came a voice from behind him.

Frasier whirled around, wearing a different look of horror. "Roz…"

"That's right, I'm Roz. The one that you said you would protect, remember? And I thought that included keeping secrets but I guess I was wrong."

"Roz, please…"

"Damn you, Frasier! How could you?" Roz shouted. "How could you just announce it to everyone? I thought you were my friend! I should have never come to this damn party! No offense, Niles."

"Um, none taken." He replied.

"You know, Daphne, you're lucky that Niles is such a gentleman. It's a hell of a lot more than I can say for you, Frasier!"

"Roz, wait!"

"No, I'm through waiting, Frasier! I'm calling a cab and going home. Do me a favor Frasier. Take Daphne home. She's been asking to go home for hours now. It's the least you can do!"

"Roz-."

"Niles, can I use your phone again?"

"Of course. It's -."

"I'll drive you home, Roz."

Everyone stared at Bulldog, dressed in his Where's Waldo costume.

Roz brushed away tears and Daphne felt a pang of gratitude toward the man who normally wreaked havoc in Roz's life. Perhaps he wasn't so bad after all.

"Thanks, Bulldog."

"Take care, Roz." Martin said as Roz followed Bulldog out of the Montana.

"I'll call you." Daphne shouted.

"Thanks, Daphne. Thanks Martin. See you later, Niles."

When the door closed behind them, the room fell silent.

"Well..." Gil said. "I suppose that means that this evening has come to an end."

Everyone began to murmur and scattered about, searching for their coats and belongings.

Frasier, never one to be undermined, held up his hand. "Now, please! Everyone, please don't leave on account of Roz!"

"Fras do Daphne a favor and take her home. Can't you see that she's uncomfortable?" Martin said. "I'd feel uncomfortable too if I had to wear those horrible fake eyelashes."

"I-I would like to go home, Dr. Crane. If it's not too much trouble." Daphne said, giving a grateful glance to Martin.

"I'll drive you home, Daphne. I'd be honored."

Her heart swelled at Niles' oh so sweet gesture and she brushed her hand against his soft cheek.

"That's a lovely offer, but I can't ask you to do that."

"You're in no condition to drive anywhere, Niles." Frasier reminded him. "Come on, Daphne. I'll take you home."

Frasier nodded polite goodbyes to the remaining guests. "Gil, Dad… Eve… I'll call you."

The woman who was dressed like Eve from the Garden of Eden smiled sweetly, making Daphne's stomach churn.

"I'll be waiting by the phone." She said.

Daphne grabbed Frasier's arm and began to escort him out of the apartment. "Come on, Dr. Crane. I can't take a moment more of this." But before they stepped into the hallway, she turned to Niles and smiled.

"Thank you, Dr. Crane. For everything."