Okay, so here is the next part. Thanks for all the reviews...I know it's not very realistic, but,
Well, call it creative license, huh?
I don't own most of these characters, blah blah blah.
Chandler couldn't breathe. He was frozen with terror. The bear roared again, snapping Chandler out of his initial shock.
He turned and sprinted at full speed away from the cave. It was pitch black, and Chandler was forced to stumble around trees
that came into view just seconds before his body slammed into them. The rain pelted his raw skin, and stung his eyes, as he
tried desperatly to find shelter from the rain, and from the beast that persued him. His body was screaming with
pain, but he pushed himself to continue. The fear of being mauled by the bear scared the bejesus out of him.
He had no idea where he was, so he just kept running straight ahead. Suddenly, the ground came out from under him,
and he felt himself falling.
The rain had washed away much of the evidence at the crash site. It also made the attempt to find Chandler that much more difficult.
The rescuers continued to scan the area, hoping to find more than just the remnants of his belongings.
Their was a brief feeling of hope when a rescuer found a torn peice of nylon-from a parachute, hanging on a tree. But the search
turned up nothing more. The rescuers were beginning to think that there was nothing left of Chandler Bing to find.
Chandler thought that he was hallucinating. He heard voices, coming from high above. He strained to hear what they were
saying, but his head was pounding. He tried to yell, but nothing came out. He could hear the voices fading. He tried again to
yell, but this time only a squeak came out. Soon afterward, everything went black.
Back at the hotel, Monica began packing. The search was continuing, but none of them could afford to stay away from work
any longer. Monica looked around the room, checking for anything she may be leaving behind. Her eyes fell on the tattered
remains of Chandler's suitcase, recovered by rescuers two days ago. She hadn't quite gotten up the nerve to open it yet.
She sighed, and dragged the suitcase over to the bed. She took a deep breath, unlatched the case, and flipped it open.
On top was the shirt she'd given Chandler for Christmas last year. She picked it up and held it to her face, inhaling the
familiar scent of Chandler's aftershave. She thumbed through some other clothes, and pulled out his favourite sweater vest.
When she pulled it out, something fell out of the side pocket. She bent down and picked it up. It was a photo of her and
Chandler, taken several years ago, before the two of them were even dating. Monica was smiling at the camera, but Chandler
was looking at Monica, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Even back then, he had a loving look in his eyes. The picture
was well worn, obviously one of Chandler's favourites. Monica sighed, unable to stop the flow of tears from coming.
Chandler groaned, annoyed that he once again found himself face down in the dirt. He struggled to stand up, but his legs just
would not cooperate. He looked around, trying to get a better idea of where he was. The cavern walls were covered with moss,
and there was a faint sound of running water coming from deep within the cavern.
He looked up, noticing for the first time just how far he had fallen. He had narrowly escaped death
twice now, and he wondered what else the great powers that be had in store for him. All he really wanted, more than anything else,
was to see Monica. He missed her so much. He was determined to get back to her, at any cost.
Now, how the hell was he going to get out of the cavern?
Nothing felt the same back in New York. Monica went back to work, but she didn't enjoy it. She didn't enjoy much of
anything anymore. She spent most of her free time moping around the apartment, thinking about Chandler. She wondered
where he was, and what he was doing. She just refused to believe that she'd lost him.
Two weeks went by, and no one had seen or heard from Monica. Rachel had managed to convince her to let the gang
come over for dinner. She was surprised when Monica had offered to cook.
Ross and Pheobe saw this as a good sign. They thought that maybe she was finally facing the reality of what had happened.
"Hey Mon," Rachel said, as she and Ross entered the apartment.
"Hey," Monica said, not moving from her spot in front of the picture window.
"Pheebs and Joey are gonna be late." Rachel continued, "They said to start without them."
"Huh?" Monica said absently.
"Uh, I guess we are going out?" Ross asked.
Dinner! Monica had totally forgotten that she was going to cook dinner tonight. Lately, she had been forgetting a lot
of things.
"So," Ross said, "where do you wanna go?"
"Oh, Ross," Monica said,"I can't leave the apartment. Gloria might call with news, and I don't want to miss it."
"Mon, you can't stay in here forever. What about work?"
"Uh, I quit."
"What?" Ross and Rachel said simultaniously.
Monica felt awful. She knew that her friends wouldn't understand, but she needeed to be here when Gloria called.
She found that she didn't even like going outside anymore. As long as she was here, in the apartment, she was
safe from the pain and heartache. As long as she was here, she could pretend that it was all okay.
Sheer determination was all Chandler had to keep him going. He was tired, hungry and in pain. But he told himself that he
could get through this. Mind over matter. He tried to find a way to climb back up to ground level. He studied the walls that
surrounded him. He found a wall that, at first glance, seemed to be climb-able(is that a word?). If his friends could
see him now. The idea of Chandler doing anything that required this much physical activity would make them all laugh.
His broken arm made scaling the wall of the cavern impossible. He struggled to gain a foothold on one side, hoping to use
his legs and one good arm to make his way up. The moss was too slick, and Chandler slid down to the bottom again.
This was ridiculous. There had to be another way out of here.
Ross and Rachel were in the middle of a heated argument again. They were arguing over what to do about Monica.
Ross thought that she needed professional help, while Rachel thought that all she needed was her friends and family.
"Her birthday is coming up," Rachel said, "if we plan a party, it may bring her out of her shell."
"She won't even let us into the apartment Rachel," Ross argued, "what makes you think we can get her to come to a party?"
Ross sighed in frustration. He knew that what Monica really needed was closure. The not knowing was what was breaking her
heart. Dead or alive, she needed to know where Chandler was.
"Ross!" Rachel broke into Ross' thoughts. "Are you even listening?"
"What?"
"Argh!" Rachel exclaimed, as she stormed out of Ross' apartment. She flew past Pheobe and Joey as she left.
"What happened?" Joey asked.
"Rachel is being impossible," Ross groaned, as he plopped down onto the sofa.
"Wow, are you two dating again?" Phoebe asked.
"Very funny," Ross said. "Hey, what do you guys think we should do for Monica's birthday?"
"Actually," Phoebe said, "I have a great idea!"
Well, call it creative license, huh?
I don't own most of these characters, blah blah blah.
Chandler couldn't breathe. He was frozen with terror. The bear roared again, snapping Chandler out of his initial shock.
He turned and sprinted at full speed away from the cave. It was pitch black, and Chandler was forced to stumble around trees
that came into view just seconds before his body slammed into them. The rain pelted his raw skin, and stung his eyes, as he
tried desperatly to find shelter from the rain, and from the beast that persued him. His body was screaming with
pain, but he pushed himself to continue. The fear of being mauled by the bear scared the bejesus out of him.
He had no idea where he was, so he just kept running straight ahead. Suddenly, the ground came out from under him,
and he felt himself falling.
The rain had washed away much of the evidence at the crash site. It also made the attempt to find Chandler that much more difficult.
The rescuers continued to scan the area, hoping to find more than just the remnants of his belongings.
Their was a brief feeling of hope when a rescuer found a torn peice of nylon-from a parachute, hanging on a tree. But the search
turned up nothing more. The rescuers were beginning to think that there was nothing left of Chandler Bing to find.
Chandler thought that he was hallucinating. He heard voices, coming from high above. He strained to hear what they were
saying, but his head was pounding. He tried to yell, but nothing came out. He could hear the voices fading. He tried again to
yell, but this time only a squeak came out. Soon afterward, everything went black.
Back at the hotel, Monica began packing. The search was continuing, but none of them could afford to stay away from work
any longer. Monica looked around the room, checking for anything she may be leaving behind. Her eyes fell on the tattered
remains of Chandler's suitcase, recovered by rescuers two days ago. She hadn't quite gotten up the nerve to open it yet.
She sighed, and dragged the suitcase over to the bed. She took a deep breath, unlatched the case, and flipped it open.
On top was the shirt she'd given Chandler for Christmas last year. She picked it up and held it to her face, inhaling the
familiar scent of Chandler's aftershave. She thumbed through some other clothes, and pulled out his favourite sweater vest.
When she pulled it out, something fell out of the side pocket. She bent down and picked it up. It was a photo of her and
Chandler, taken several years ago, before the two of them were even dating. Monica was smiling at the camera, but Chandler
was looking at Monica, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Even back then, he had a loving look in his eyes. The picture
was well worn, obviously one of Chandler's favourites. Monica sighed, unable to stop the flow of tears from coming.
Chandler groaned, annoyed that he once again found himself face down in the dirt. He struggled to stand up, but his legs just
would not cooperate. He looked around, trying to get a better idea of where he was. The cavern walls were covered with moss,
and there was a faint sound of running water coming from deep within the cavern.
He looked up, noticing for the first time just how far he had fallen. He had narrowly escaped death
twice now, and he wondered what else the great powers that be had in store for him. All he really wanted, more than anything else,
was to see Monica. He missed her so much. He was determined to get back to her, at any cost.
Now, how the hell was he going to get out of the cavern?
Nothing felt the same back in New York. Monica went back to work, but she didn't enjoy it. She didn't enjoy much of
anything anymore. She spent most of her free time moping around the apartment, thinking about Chandler. She wondered
where he was, and what he was doing. She just refused to believe that she'd lost him.
Two weeks went by, and no one had seen or heard from Monica. Rachel had managed to convince her to let the gang
come over for dinner. She was surprised when Monica had offered to cook.
Ross and Pheobe saw this as a good sign. They thought that maybe she was finally facing the reality of what had happened.
"Hey Mon," Rachel said, as she and Ross entered the apartment.
"Hey," Monica said, not moving from her spot in front of the picture window.
"Pheebs and Joey are gonna be late." Rachel continued, "They said to start without them."
"Huh?" Monica said absently.
"Uh, I guess we are going out?" Ross asked.
Dinner! Monica had totally forgotten that she was going to cook dinner tonight. Lately, she had been forgetting a lot
of things.
"So," Ross said, "where do you wanna go?"
"Oh, Ross," Monica said,"I can't leave the apartment. Gloria might call with news, and I don't want to miss it."
"Mon, you can't stay in here forever. What about work?"
"Uh, I quit."
"What?" Ross and Rachel said simultaniously.
Monica felt awful. She knew that her friends wouldn't understand, but she needeed to be here when Gloria called.
She found that she didn't even like going outside anymore. As long as she was here, in the apartment, she was
safe from the pain and heartache. As long as she was here, she could pretend that it was all okay.
Sheer determination was all Chandler had to keep him going. He was tired, hungry and in pain. But he told himself that he
could get through this. Mind over matter. He tried to find a way to climb back up to ground level. He studied the walls that
surrounded him. He found a wall that, at first glance, seemed to be climb-able(is that a word?). If his friends could
see him now. The idea of Chandler doing anything that required this much physical activity would make them all laugh.
His broken arm made scaling the wall of the cavern impossible. He struggled to gain a foothold on one side, hoping to use
his legs and one good arm to make his way up. The moss was too slick, and Chandler slid down to the bottom again.
This was ridiculous. There had to be another way out of here.
Ross and Rachel were in the middle of a heated argument again. They were arguing over what to do about Monica.
Ross thought that she needed professional help, while Rachel thought that all she needed was her friends and family.
"Her birthday is coming up," Rachel said, "if we plan a party, it may bring her out of her shell."
"She won't even let us into the apartment Rachel," Ross argued, "what makes you think we can get her to come to a party?"
Ross sighed in frustration. He knew that what Monica really needed was closure. The not knowing was what was breaking her
heart. Dead or alive, she needed to know where Chandler was.
"Ross!" Rachel broke into Ross' thoughts. "Are you even listening?"
"What?"
"Argh!" Rachel exclaimed, as she stormed out of Ross' apartment. She flew past Pheobe and Joey as she left.
"What happened?" Joey asked.
"Rachel is being impossible," Ross groaned, as he plopped down onto the sofa.
"Wow, are you two dating again?" Phoebe asked.
"Very funny," Ross said. "Hey, what do you guys think we should do for Monica's birthday?"
"Actually," Phoebe said, "I have a great idea!"