"I'm really very sorry, but there just isn't a thing that any of us can do about it. Its going to be gone for sure at this point." A lady told Chanelor, Ross, Monica, Phoebe, and Rachelle in a very disappointed voice. The lady was very pretty. "Believe me; my family has owned this apartment complex for three generations. I want to prevent it from turning into a hotel as much as you guys do, but we have tried everything. And now that I am well into my twenties, my dream of owning this place was about to come true… but not any more apparently. Daddy has no control over the decisions that the government had against us."

Everybody was really quiet for a moment. Then the sound of a toilet flushed in the background, and just a couple of seconds later, Joey promisingly moseyed out into the living room while zipping his pants up.

"Hey guys. What seems to be the problem? Why do you all look sad? No. Ross didn't moon you guys again did he? Good thing I wasn't here this time. The therapy was getting a little costly. My acting career hasn't quite launched if you catch my drift. I need to get out of doing stand ins for… stand ins."

Rachelle interrupted his babbling. "Joey, they're kicking us all out of the building to turn it into a hotel! We have to leave in less than three months from today."

"Wow. Boy, that isn't what I was expecting, I have to admit." Then he looked up at the lady standing next to the door to the apartment. "Why do you we have to go? And might I add, How are YOU doing?"

"Joey! I can't believe you're acting like that at a time like this! You don't seem to care at all!"

"I'm sorry! I guess I'm just kinda of used to it. I mean I can't even remember how many times we had to move from trailer park to trailer park when I was growing up as a young fella."

Everybody just sighed as the lady left. But finally Chanelor broke the silence.

"I really can't believe this. What are we going to do? I mean, the six of us… we can't find a place together again in the big city like this…