The year is 20XX and Kelsey Grammer opens his eyes for what feels like the first time in decades. He looks to his left and sees only a vast emptiness; to his right, the same. He calls for help, but only his voice echoes out across the expanse. The air is perfectly still. "I was Frasier once," he thinks to himself. How could he have met such a bizarre fate?
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