Summary: They were so happy. They had everything they ever wanted. Happily married, with a lovely house and two beautiful kids. What could possibly go wrong?

Notes: Joey never moved away. He still lives at the same apartment, though often spends a lot of time with Chandler and Monica. Chandler and Monica have Jack and Erica and they moved to their house about six months ago. Ross and Rachel are still together and Phoebe and Mike are together.

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The glass in the wooden frame was smashed, but it didn't matter. It was what was behind the glass that mattered. It was them. A memory of what had been. What had been taken away from him. The only photo he had.

He removed the glass that had cut in to him, ignoring the pain and the blood that was trickling down the palm of his hand. He ignored the tears that fell and splashed on to the broken glass. The sirens faded in to the distance and the smoke disappeared in to the night, but he didn't notice as his eyes were fixed on the photo he held.

The wind blew harshly around him and he shivered slightly. He was wearing nothing more than shorts and a T-shirt, but, even though he had been offered jackets and blankets, he refused everything that people tried to give him. His wife stood next to him, her arm around her husband's shoulders. She felt the wind, but it didn't bother her. There was a slight rumble in the distance and the rain began to fall.

They sat down at the side of the road. He wiped the rain drops off the photo and then hugged the photo close to his chest, not caring that his T-shirt was wet and the rain was now pouring. Thunder rumbled again and the wind became even fiercer, blowing the smoke around more. He looked up and, for the first time, focused on the house, or what was left of it.

The smoke blew up and he could see a plank of wood that was still burning slightly, though the rain was keeping it under control. The upstairs was completely destroyed and there were bricks laying on the ground as well as pieces of furniture. The left side of the house had fallen away and he could see what was the kitchen. The rest of the house was unstable, but still standing.

Slowly he stood up and walked over, standing at the edge of the garden. She just sat and watched her husband, unsure of what to do. He looked closely, recognising a few more things and realising the damage was worse than he could ever have imagined. He sighed and forced himself to turn away. He didn't want to see how his life had been destroyed, but at the same time he didn't want to leave. Leaving was admitting that it was gone.

He walked back over to where his wife sat and looked up to the night sky. "Monica," he said quietly. "What do I do?"

She stood up and wrapped her arm around his. "I don't know," she said gently. "I don't know what to do either. I can't believe this has happened."

Chandler didn't seem to hear her though as he looked down the street and saw his best friend walking towards him. He didn't even try to hide the tears.

"Chandler, I'm so sorry. The police say we should go now while they finish clearing up. You can stay at my apartment for the night."

Chandler and Monica nodded. "Thanks Joey," Chandler said as he followed his friend to one of two cars. Phoebe and Mike were on their way, but phoned to say there had been an accident and the road was blocked so it would be hours before they would make it. They said they were sorry and Phoebe promised that she'd be at Joey's apartment in the morning.

Ross and Rachel were there, but they were both in tears and could hardly speak. They said they'd see them first thing tomorrow as they got in their car and drove off back home. Joey, Chandler and Monica all got in the second car and Joey drove them back to his apartment, which caused Chandler to stop crying and just stare. The old apartment block brought back so many memories and he didn't know how to deal with it. Monica kept asking if he was ok, but she assumed he was in shock as he never replied.

The others had wondered what the reaction would be with going to the old apartment block, but no one else had any room. Joey had never got another room mate after Chandler left so still had a spare room. The apartment was surprising clean, but Monica guessed he hardly spent any time here as he was either around theirs or working. She was relieved to find she wouldn't have to clean up as much, but then again she wanted something to take her mind off everything that had happened. She couldn't deal with the loss of her children.

Monica hugged Chandler as he stood in the doorway, frozen to the spot, looking at the room. Nothing had changed in the few months they'd been gone other than it was slightly tidier than normal. Chandler smiled slightly, thinking about Monica wanting to clean it all if things were a mess, then tears came to his eyes again.

"You alright?" Joey asked, noticing Chandler wiping away the tears. "Maybe you should just go to bed." Chandler took his friends advice and went to his old room with Monica following right behind.

Chandler lay down in bed and Monica wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss. Chandler seemed to smile slightly for a second and then closed his eyes. "Why did this have to happen? I can't live with this." His voice was shaky as he spoke and tried to stop the tears falling.

"I know," Monica said, trying to stay strong for Chandler, but unable to help the sadness she felt showing in her voice.

Joey had stayed strong up until now, but he sighed as he heard Chandler start to cry again and he knew he was about to cry himself. Knowing there was nothing he could do, he turned off the light and went in to his own room. He just hoped things would get better and the others would be coming over tomorrow so they would all be together.