It was late at night and Joey was in bed. He couldn't sleep. He closed his eyes for a second but a slight noise made him open them again.

He saw a dark figure in front of him. The shadowy figure moved towards him. Closer and closer. Suddenly everything went black.

The next day Joey woke up and rubbed his neck. "Oww…must have been laying funny," he groaned. He walked sleepily out his room. Chandler was watching TV and glanced up when he saw Joey.

"What were you doing last night? I didn't see you bring anyone home but I heard someone in your room."

Joey shrugged. "I was alone." Joey got something to drink and sat in the other chair and began watching TV with Chandler.

After a few hours Chandler stood up and stretched. "It seems really dark in here." He walked over to the window and pulled the curtains back. The sunlight flooded in.

"No!" Joey yelled, shielding his eyes.

Chandler pulled the curtains back across. "What was that?"

"I…I dunno. I just don't like the bright light." Chandler gave him a funny look and went to get something to eat.

"Joey you ate everything…oh wait. We still have some garlic bread. Looks kinda old but oh well." A few minutes later Chandler sat back down with the garlic bread and began eating. "Want some?" He moved the plate over to Joey. Joey moved away really fast and stood against the wall on the other side of the room.

"Er…no. Thanks but I…I got to get something." Joey rushed in to his room and sat on his bed with his head in his hands. "What is happening to me?" he muttered.

Joey sat in his dark room for the next few hours and Chandler was starting to worry about him. He went up to his door and knocked before walking in.

"Hey. You ok?" he asked as he closed the door behind him. He could just make out that Joey was nodding.

"Why is it so dark in here? And so cold – is your window open?" He didn't wait for an answer. He walked over to the window and moved the curtain back a bit. The window was wide open so Chandler closed it and turned to Joey. "It was wide open. It is the middle of winter. Surely you couldn't have been hot. What is going on here?"

"Nothing. I want to be alone. I'm tired."

Chandler sighed. "Ok – if you're sure everything's ok." Joey lay back on his bed.

Chandler turned and opened the door. As he did Joey crossed his arms over his chest. Chandler walked out and closed the door, not noticing this.

Soon after Chandler went out. He went to the shop to get more food in. When he came back he started cooking it. He went to Joeys door and knocked.

"Hey. You hungry? We now have food."

Joey sat up in bed and then slowly stood up. "Yeah. I'm starving! What we got?"

"Steak."

There was a sudden bang and Joey screamed out, "NO! Not a stake! Stay away!" Chandler opened the door and saw Joey in the corner of his room on the other side of his bed.

"You like steak and chips."

"Ooooh. That kind of steak." Joey said with a slight smile on his face. He stood up and walked to the door. He shielded his eyes slightly before walking out and going over to the curtains. He closed them and just left a small gap for the light to come through. "Much better." Chandler watched him. Joey was acting weird.

He decided that after they had eaten he would go and talk to the others. He knew something was wrong. What though?