--It was a great day for shopping. The day after Christmas. Monica and Rachel were out browsing all their favorite stores. Phoebe hadn't been able to come, she had a client that demanded a massage immediately.-- "Monica, hurry up!", Rachel demanded, yelling over her shoulder at Monica. "Well I could walk a little faster if you didn't make me carry all the bags!", Monica grumbled. "Hurry, if we run we can make it across the street before the light turns!", Rachel called, already running. Monica saw the car coming. Horror-struck, she dropped the bags and started running frantically towards Rachel. "Rachel, RACHEL!" She saw Rachel, almost as if in slow motion; turn to look at Monica, catch sight of the car, the look of total panic on her face. Seconds before the car would've hit Rachel, Monica pushed her out of the way. Rachel fell to the ground, and instantly sat back up, ignoring the pain in her shoulder. She couldn't see Monica, where was Monica? Rachel turned her head, again ignoring the pain, and gasped. Monica lay in a pool of her own blood, body horribly mangled. The last thing she remembered was trying to scream, but nothing came out. The scream echoed in her mind, heard only by her. Then she slipped into unconsciousness.