This is a new story, I'm not sure whether to finish "Changes for Joey," but I guess I will. So check that story out.
"Chandler, can you hand me that comb?"
"Rachel, it's right next to you!"
"But Chandler I'm holding the suitcase down. I just wanna shove the comb in quick."
Everyone was preparing for a week in the Caribbean. Their flight was in about two hours and everyone was running a little late.
Monica came in yelling out, "Ross said he can't make it! He has to stay at the museum for extensive research!"
"What?"
"Why?"
"He said the head of board says he made a mistake and he wants Ross to check it. He wouldn't have been able to make in this weather anyways," she explained.
They all glanced out the window and saw the torrential winds blowing snow to and fro.
"So, where's Joey?" Rachel asked.
"Oh, he's with Phoebe, he left a couple of hours ago to pick her up, and they're waiting for us at the airport," Chandler replied.
Suddenly the lights flickered, then suddenly turned off.
"Oh my gosh!" they all cried out.
"Don't panic, don't panic. WHAT THE HELL AM I TOUCHING?" Chandler exclaimed.
"Relax, Chandler it's me. Get your hand off my boob!" Monica cried out.
"Ok, everybody shut up! I'm going to call Phoebe and Joey," Rachel said.
She took out her cell phone and began to dial.
"Hello? Phoebe?"
"Hey, Rachel, when are you guys gonna get over here?"
"Umm, how's the weather by your place?"
"It's not too bad, actually it's a bit too calm, you know, quiet."
"Ok, Phoebe get out of the now, hail a cab, and get to the airport. There's a major storm heading your way. We're already trapped over here, but we don't want the vacation to be a waste so go and-"
Suddenly the line cut short.