It was September of 1987 and a very pregnant Diane Malone had finished her last night at Cheers for a while. She was finally free to go on maternity leave. Carla LeBec, who was now carrying her seventh and eigth child, warned her that the first was her longest and hardest pregnancy. Diane didn't really know about that, but then again, she really hadn't had anything to compare this pregnancy with. She just knew that she felt extremely uncomfortable as her eight and a half month old fetus drooped slightly in between her legs as she buckled up and drove off into the night.

It was a pretty night. The moon was shining big and it was as bright as the billions upon billions of stars that lit up the sky. There was a warm breeze that was blowing in from the harbor. Diane rolls the windows and top down, knowing there was going to be few nights like this with October's harvest weather coming up around the bend. She giggled to herself when Carla and others had told her of how summer was the most unbearable season of all for a pregnant woman. She and her baby had seemed to thrive in the summer heat and all the while Diane wondered what was so terrible about this past glorious time of year.

Taking the long way back to hers and Sam's house, she decided to turn on the radio. She didn't really feel like listening to music. After all, a special someone's rerun session was running. She knew that if she turned the dial fast enough, she could catch the middle part of it.

"Hello," a familiar voice came through the airwaves. "You are on the air with Dr. Frasier Crane."

"Hello, Dr. Crane," a timid sounding man was coming through. "My name is Tim."

"Hello, Tim."

"Yeah, hello. I have this girlfriend you see..."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Well, I live in Portland, Oregon and I just got a great new job offer in San Diego."

"Congratulations."

"Well, thanks. But...I just got a new girlfriend..."

"Okay..."

"I don't know if she would be okay with this or not. I don't know what I should do. I mean, I really like her, but I know that this is a huge deal. I don't want to rush her and/ or lose her, you know?"

Frasier's program had Diane's full attention now. Whomever this Tim from Portland's girlfriend was, she could totally identify with her. Diane thought of how nice Tim was to be so considerate of her feelings, though. She sat in anticipation for Frasier's response.

"Well, Tim, I was in the same boat myself a couple of years ago. I won't go into much detail about it because I love and respect this woman very much. However, what I want to say is you have to listen to her. Women give you clues all the time. This woman had been born and raised in Portland, correct?"

"Yes and so have I," Tim replied.

"When she talks about Portland, what's her attitude towards it?"

"She has always loved it here. She talks about growing old here."

"Then there's your answer, Tim. Don't make her go to San Diego with you."

"I just don't know," Tim moaned. "I love her but I love my job to. I would like to move on with my life..."

"There you go. You need to live your own life. I know it's hard, but you cannot make your woman forsake everything she loves to start a new life with you. It will lead to terrible unhappiness. You deserve to live your best life and so doesn't she..."

Diane didn't give Frasier time to finish. She switched off the radio dial and wiped her eyes. She felt so proud of Frasier for not only saving that girl's life but that man's life too. Expierience can really be your greatest teacher if you choose to learn from it. It was obvious that Frasier had and was now passing on that wisdom to people he will probably never meet.

She had pulled into the driveway before she knew it. The baby was happy to be home for he or she kicked Diane in the ribs. Oh, Diane thought, you are going to be an athlete just like your father. Speaking of the father, there he was in the living room, waiting for her to come home. Diane parked the car, unbuckled, walked swiftly into the house and into her husband's open arms. They kissed each other's cheeks only to carry on with their hugging. Her pregnancy had made Sam completly affectionate towards his wife. Out of the corner of Diane's eye, she spotted Coach's portrait hanging above Sam's head. Diane smiled into Sam's shoulder as she realizes that Coach has been a gaurdian angel, watching over everyone the whole time.