So, some folks asked me what PMQ stands for. Okay, well, honestly, I was stuck for a name, and
so I opened up a book that I was reading, and used the first thing I saw. PMQ is the title of an
essay in Nick Hornby's collection of essays called "Speaking With The Angel". PMQ stands for
Prime Minister Query, or Questionairre, or something like that. So, uh, as far as the band is
concerned, if you have an idea about what PMQ should stand for, let me know...maybe I should make it
a contest or something! LOL
I still own no one, but I own PMQ's record label, Metaphorical Tunnel Records, Inc.
So there. LOL
**Boston, MA**
Chandler was just about to drift off to sleep when someone started pounding on his door.
"Ah-ah!" he yelled. "Dammit!"
He got up and pulled open the door, fully prepared to kill the person on the other side.
"Monica, what the HELL are you doing?" he croaked.
"Chandler, we have a huuuuge problem."
"Is somebody dead?"
"No."
"Is Ross drunk?"
"No."
"Does it involve fire, flood or psychotic fans?"
"No, no, and no."
"Then it can wait until morning. Good night, Monica."
Chandler attempted to close the door, but Monica pushed her way into Chandler's room.
"You really are freakishly strong, you know that?"
"Chandler, the news is reporting the band's breakup."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Before Monica could answer, Ross, Joey and Pheobe appeared in Chandler's doorway.
"I assume then, that I am the last to know that we have broken up?" Chandler said flatly.
"No," Ross said bitterly, "Rachel doesn't know. She's too busy with Kevin."
"Well," Monica said, "We need to do some damage control. I will start making phone calls
in the morning, meanwhile, you guys don't say anything to the press. We need to find out
who is behind this."
"Mon, what's the big deal?" Chandler said, yawning. "Rumours fly about us all the time!"
"Chandler, this was on 'Entertainment Tonight', MTV, and VH1! Those networks are usually good
about getting credible sources. Which means this stuff is being leaked from the inside."
"Oh, a conspiracy theory, huh? Do ya think we should call Mulder and Scully?" Chandler laughed.
Monica shot Chandler an icy glare, and then turned to the others.
"Remember you guys, don't talk to anyone."
With that, Monica made a beeline to her room.
"What's with her?" Joey said, hanging his arm on Pheobe's shoulder.
"Stress, probably." Ross muttered, as he headed for his room.
Joey shrugged, and he and Pheobe wandered back to their room. Chandler sighed heavily,
and shut his door. If it was him Monica was mad at, he figured he'd be safer if he let her
sleep it off. He'd talk to her in the morning.
~The next morning~
*7:00am*
"Okay, we will be back in New York by noon, so we should be able to get downtown by 2," Monica
said to the receiving end of the hotel telephone. She had been up for two hours, trying
to book interviews for the band, and appearances on talk shows. There was a soft knock on
her door.
"Hang on Greg," Monica said, putting her hand over the receiver. "Who is it!" she yelled.
"Room service."
"I didn't order room service!"
There was another knock on the door, and Monica sighed in frusteration. She had a lot to do
before the band's flight that day. She stood up, opened the door, and smiled. On the other side
of the door was Chandler, wearing a full waiter's uniform, and carrying a tray of food.
"Room service," he said again, using a strange, unrecognizable accent.
Monica shook her head and walked back over to the phone.
"Sorry about that Greg. Yep, we will be there in time for the show. Okay, Bye."
Monica plopped back down on her bed, which was covered with papers, two cell phones, and
a day planner.
"You look like you could use a break," Chandler said, still using his ridiculous accent.
"I don't have time for a break, I still have to call Letterman's people."
"You can take a break...maybe for 5 minutes?" Chandler said.
"Uh, alright." Monica put down her pen and cell phone. "Where the hell are you supposed to
be from, anyway?" She said, grabbing a cup of yogurt from Chandler's tray.
"What? you don't recognize the accent?" Chandler said, his accent even heavier than before.
"Um, no."
"I am from...Sacramento...obviously."
Monica laughed. "Obviously."
"Look, Mon," Chandler said, using his normal voice, "I didn't mean to upset you last night.
I was just joking around. I know this is serious."
"It's okay, Chandler. I think I was just tired...and cranky."
"So...we are okay, then?"
"Yeah."
"Good." Chandler stood up and pulled Monica into a hug. "I don't know what I'd do without you,
Mon," he whispered.
Monica stood frozen, unable to breathe, for fear she would say something stupid. Before she
could think of anything clever to say, Chandler broke the hug, and grabbed an apple from the tray.
"I'd better go. I gotta get this uniform back before someone notices it's gone."
"Okay," was all that Monica could mutter.
With that, Chandler turned and left the room, and Monica finally resumed breathing.
**
~New York City~
*12:52pm*
"Come on you guys, let's GO!" Monica yelled, pulling and pushing band members into waiting limo's.
"Uh-oh, Monica's in her 'Hyper-mode'," Ross said, using air quotes to nail down his point.
"Into the car, Ross," Monica said from behind, causing Ross to jump.
"Mon," Chandler said, "It's okay. We have an hour."
"Yes, an HOUR to get from LaGuardia to the studios downtown. ONE HOUR!" Monica was in full
freak out mode now. Their plane had been delayed 30 minutes, and Chandler was sure that had it
been delayed any longer, Monica's head would've exploded.
The entire band, including Monica, Rachel, Pheobe and Kevin, piled into a limo and headed to the
MTV studios. Once they pulled around Broadway, the limo was engulfed by eager fans, hungry
for a glipmse of their favourite band.
"Oh, crap." Monica said, as they pulled up to the studio doors.
Large men wearing black security rain jackets tried to hold off the hordes of screaming girls
as the band jumped out of the limo and ran at full speed into the studio. Once safely inside,
Chandler and Joey stuck their heads out of the glass doors, and waved to the crowd.
"Hello New York!" Joey screamed.
"Let's GO!" Monica yelled, and the band made their way to the elevators.
*2:15pm*
Monica walked back and forth, inspecting the appearance of each band member. She pulled some
lint off of Ross' jacket, and ran a comb through Joey's hair.
"Mon, it's fine." Joey whined.
"Shut up and let me look at you," Monica replied, smiling. She inspected the band once more, as
Carson Daly announced their appearance;
"Before we continue with the show, I want to bring out a group of guys who spend a lot
of time on our countdown. They are hear to dispell some recent stories about them.
Let's bring 'em out. PMQ!"
The band was met with wild applause and ear-piercing screams.
"Hey guys," Carson said, shaking each of their hands.
"Hey Carson, good to see ya," Chandler said casually.
"So, guys, let's talk about what's going on, huh?"
"Well," Chandler started, "Let me start by saying that we are not breaking up, and we have no
plans to break up in the near future."
Chandler's statement was met with wild applause. Once it died down, Carson Daly continued.
"Where do you guys think the rumours stemmed from?"
"Well," Joey jumped in, "I think there are a lot of jealous people out there who would like to
see us break up. I am tellin' ya right now, it ain't gonna happen!"
"Excellent, excellent," Carson said, "So, what's next for you guys?"
"We have a few more gigs, then we'll break for the holidays," Chandler replied.
"Alright, well, let's jump back into the videos...how about we show one of yours?"
"Sounds good," the band replied in unison.
"Alright, thanks for stopping by, guys, and come back anytime! Here is PMQ's latest, 'Lost In You'!"
As the director yelled cut, the band was led back into the green room.
"Is it gonna be like this all day?" Joey whined.
"Pretty much," Monica replied, as the band collapsed onto the sofas.
"This sucks," Ross said.
"What are you talkin' about? You didn't say a damn thing out there!" Joey said.
"Maybe I didn't have anything to say, okay?" Ross yelled back.
"Guys!" Monica intervened. "We do not have time for this. You have to tape a promo piece
downstairs, then we have to get to the Ed Sullivan Theatre."
"We are doing Letterman tonight?" Chandler said, surprised by the sudden booking.
"Yeah, well, Blink 182 bailed at the last minute, so I offered our services. Plus, the
more interviews we do today, the better. Chandler, you have two interviews between now and
Letterman, so we have to go."
Monica led a grumbling Chandler downstairs, while the others gathered their things.
"Mon, I thought we had to do a promo piece."
"Ross and Joey can handle it. You have interviews with Vh1 and CMJ."
"I think this is all an elaborate rouse to get me alone, Ms. Geller."
Monica stopped dead in her tracks. Was he onto her? Oh crap!
"Why would you say that? Look, I was up at 5 am booking this crap for you, and..."
"Monica, MONICA! Calm down, I was joking."
"Oh. I knew that."
**
*5:15pm*
"Okay, um, where are they?" Ross was now in full panic mode.
"I'm sure they'll be here, calm down," Joey said, "We still have 20 minutes."
As if on cue, Monica and Chandler came flying into the green room, sweating profusely.
"Where the hell have you two been?" Joey asked.
"That guy from CMJ would not shut up. Then our cab rear-ended another cab, 15 blocks from here."
"They are probably still arguing," Chandler added. "We had to run all the way down here."
"And we woulda been here 15 minutes ago if Chandler hadn't stopped to sign autographs," Monica said.
"Oh, come on Mon, those girls were hot!" Chandler laughed.
"Didja get numbers?" Joey asked, and was elbowed by Pheobe.
Letterman went off without a hitch, and the band then gathered for two more interviews, before
heading back to their respective apartments. Ross decided to take a quick detour past Rachel's
apartment. She and Kevin had parted from the group after TRL, but she was on Ross' mind all day.
He approached Rachel's building, and smiled when he saw Rachel, standing at her picture window,
staring out into the night sky. His smile faded when he saw Kevin approach her, pulling her into an
embrace. Ross sighed. His drinking problem had ruined any chance he may have had with Rachel. She
probably thought he was a drunk, and not worth her time. A bitter wind picked up, indicating
an upcoming storm. Ross turned and hailed a cab, and headed home.
Rachel stood at the window, staring into the night. She finally had everything she ever wanted.
A career, a boyfriend who cared about her, and great friends to share her life with. She
sighed heavily. If this is what she wanted, then she should be happy. But something inside
was nagging her. She knew that Kevin wanted her to change jobs, but she just couldn't see
herself doing anything else. She knew that it was time for her to make a decision. Whatever
she chose, it was going to change her life dramatically. Suddenly, Kevin came up behind her,
and put his arms around her waist.
"Penny for your thoughts," Kevin said sweetly.
"Just...thinking," Rachel sighed.
"About?"
"The future."
Rachel turned around and looked into Kevin's eyes. He smiled, unaware of what was going
on in her head. She smiled weakly, and made her decision.
"Kevin, we need to talk."
**
"Caramel Macchiato to go, please," Chandler stood at the counter at Central Perk, trying very
hard to blend in. It didn't work. Before he could duck out of the coffee shop, a group of
girls walked in, and squealed. The entire coffee shop stopped and stared, as the girls ran up
to Chandler, begging for autographs and pictures. The incident started a chain reaction, and
it took Chandler an hour and a half to get out of the shop. Once outside, Chandler noticed that
the weather had changed dramatically in the last 90 minutes. The wind was fierce, and large,
gravel-like hail stones were plummeting from the pitch black sky. Chandler pulled his wool
overcoat over his face and ran into the adjacent building. He ran up to Apartment 20, and
pounded on the door.
"Chandler?" Monica said, opening the door, "What are you doing back here?"
"I tried to leave, but I got stuck in Central Perk...and now it's hailing so bad, I can't see."
"I told you not to go into public places alone," Monica laughed, "Come on in."
Chandler walked into Monica's apartment, and shook off his dampened coat.
"Sorry about this, Mon. You didn't have plans, did you?"
Monica laughed. "I am the manager for the most famous band in the universe...I have no life."
Chandler laughed and plopped down on Monica's cream-coloured sofa, as she started a batch of
hot cocoa.
"Wow, it's really coming down now," Chandler said, and wandered over to the giant picture window.
Monica walked over and stood next to him. "Wow."
"I'd hate to be stuck in this storm."
**
Joey tried once again to start his whimpering Porche. He and Pheobe were heading out of the city,
when his car just stopped. He tried again, and the engined continued to grind relentlessly.
"I think you flooded it," Pheobe yelled over the grinding engine and the pounding hail.
"Crap!" Joey exclaimed, hitting the steering wheel.
"Where are we?"
"I have no idea, but we are gonna have to wait this storm out."
Suddenly, headlights appeared from behind.
"Oh, man, this guys can jump start us!" Joey said excitedly.
"Joey," Pheobe said, "he's not slowing down."
The truck barreled down the dark road, and as it passed the Porche, it clipped the back end, and
sent it careening down the bank, and into a large tree.
**********
Coming Soon: "The Storm"!
so I opened up a book that I was reading, and used the first thing I saw. PMQ is the title of an
essay in Nick Hornby's collection of essays called "Speaking With The Angel". PMQ stands for
Prime Minister Query, or Questionairre, or something like that. So, uh, as far as the band is
concerned, if you have an idea about what PMQ should stand for, let me know...maybe I should make it
a contest or something! LOL
I still own no one, but I own PMQ's record label, Metaphorical Tunnel Records, Inc.
So there. LOL
**Boston, MA**
Chandler was just about to drift off to sleep when someone started pounding on his door.
"Ah-ah!" he yelled. "Dammit!"
He got up and pulled open the door, fully prepared to kill the person on the other side.
"Monica, what the HELL are you doing?" he croaked.
"Chandler, we have a huuuuge problem."
"Is somebody dead?"
"No."
"Is Ross drunk?"
"No."
"Does it involve fire, flood or psychotic fans?"
"No, no, and no."
"Then it can wait until morning. Good night, Monica."
Chandler attempted to close the door, but Monica pushed her way into Chandler's room.
"You really are freakishly strong, you know that?"
"Chandler, the news is reporting the band's breakup."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Before Monica could answer, Ross, Joey and Pheobe appeared in Chandler's doorway.
"I assume then, that I am the last to know that we have broken up?" Chandler said flatly.
"No," Ross said bitterly, "Rachel doesn't know. She's too busy with Kevin."
"Well," Monica said, "We need to do some damage control. I will start making phone calls
in the morning, meanwhile, you guys don't say anything to the press. We need to find out
who is behind this."
"Mon, what's the big deal?" Chandler said, yawning. "Rumours fly about us all the time!"
"Chandler, this was on 'Entertainment Tonight', MTV, and VH1! Those networks are usually good
about getting credible sources. Which means this stuff is being leaked from the inside."
"Oh, a conspiracy theory, huh? Do ya think we should call Mulder and Scully?" Chandler laughed.
Monica shot Chandler an icy glare, and then turned to the others.
"Remember you guys, don't talk to anyone."
With that, Monica made a beeline to her room.
"What's with her?" Joey said, hanging his arm on Pheobe's shoulder.
"Stress, probably." Ross muttered, as he headed for his room.
Joey shrugged, and he and Pheobe wandered back to their room. Chandler sighed heavily,
and shut his door. If it was him Monica was mad at, he figured he'd be safer if he let her
sleep it off. He'd talk to her in the morning.
~The next morning~
*7:00am*
"Okay, we will be back in New York by noon, so we should be able to get downtown by 2," Monica
said to the receiving end of the hotel telephone. She had been up for two hours, trying
to book interviews for the band, and appearances on talk shows. There was a soft knock on
her door.
"Hang on Greg," Monica said, putting her hand over the receiver. "Who is it!" she yelled.
"Room service."
"I didn't order room service!"
There was another knock on the door, and Monica sighed in frusteration. She had a lot to do
before the band's flight that day. She stood up, opened the door, and smiled. On the other side
of the door was Chandler, wearing a full waiter's uniform, and carrying a tray of food.
"Room service," he said again, using a strange, unrecognizable accent.
Monica shook her head and walked back over to the phone.
"Sorry about that Greg. Yep, we will be there in time for the show. Okay, Bye."
Monica plopped back down on her bed, which was covered with papers, two cell phones, and
a day planner.
"You look like you could use a break," Chandler said, still using his ridiculous accent.
"I don't have time for a break, I still have to call Letterman's people."
"You can take a break...maybe for 5 minutes?" Chandler said.
"Uh, alright." Monica put down her pen and cell phone. "Where the hell are you supposed to
be from, anyway?" She said, grabbing a cup of yogurt from Chandler's tray.
"What? you don't recognize the accent?" Chandler said, his accent even heavier than before.
"Um, no."
"I am from...Sacramento...obviously."
Monica laughed. "Obviously."
"Look, Mon," Chandler said, using his normal voice, "I didn't mean to upset you last night.
I was just joking around. I know this is serious."
"It's okay, Chandler. I think I was just tired...and cranky."
"So...we are okay, then?"
"Yeah."
"Good." Chandler stood up and pulled Monica into a hug. "I don't know what I'd do without you,
Mon," he whispered.
Monica stood frozen, unable to breathe, for fear she would say something stupid. Before she
could think of anything clever to say, Chandler broke the hug, and grabbed an apple from the tray.
"I'd better go. I gotta get this uniform back before someone notices it's gone."
"Okay," was all that Monica could mutter.
With that, Chandler turned and left the room, and Monica finally resumed breathing.
**
~New York City~
*12:52pm*
"Come on you guys, let's GO!" Monica yelled, pulling and pushing band members into waiting limo's.
"Uh-oh, Monica's in her 'Hyper-mode'," Ross said, using air quotes to nail down his point.
"Into the car, Ross," Monica said from behind, causing Ross to jump.
"Mon," Chandler said, "It's okay. We have an hour."
"Yes, an HOUR to get from LaGuardia to the studios downtown. ONE HOUR!" Monica was in full
freak out mode now. Their plane had been delayed 30 minutes, and Chandler was sure that had it
been delayed any longer, Monica's head would've exploded.
The entire band, including Monica, Rachel, Pheobe and Kevin, piled into a limo and headed to the
MTV studios. Once they pulled around Broadway, the limo was engulfed by eager fans, hungry
for a glipmse of their favourite band.
"Oh, crap." Monica said, as they pulled up to the studio doors.
Large men wearing black security rain jackets tried to hold off the hordes of screaming girls
as the band jumped out of the limo and ran at full speed into the studio. Once safely inside,
Chandler and Joey stuck their heads out of the glass doors, and waved to the crowd.
"Hello New York!" Joey screamed.
"Let's GO!" Monica yelled, and the band made their way to the elevators.
*2:15pm*
Monica walked back and forth, inspecting the appearance of each band member. She pulled some
lint off of Ross' jacket, and ran a comb through Joey's hair.
"Mon, it's fine." Joey whined.
"Shut up and let me look at you," Monica replied, smiling. She inspected the band once more, as
Carson Daly announced their appearance;
"Before we continue with the show, I want to bring out a group of guys who spend a lot
of time on our countdown. They are hear to dispell some recent stories about them.
Let's bring 'em out. PMQ!"
The band was met with wild applause and ear-piercing screams.
"Hey guys," Carson said, shaking each of their hands.
"Hey Carson, good to see ya," Chandler said casually.
"So, guys, let's talk about what's going on, huh?"
"Well," Chandler started, "Let me start by saying that we are not breaking up, and we have no
plans to break up in the near future."
Chandler's statement was met with wild applause. Once it died down, Carson Daly continued.
"Where do you guys think the rumours stemmed from?"
"Well," Joey jumped in, "I think there are a lot of jealous people out there who would like to
see us break up. I am tellin' ya right now, it ain't gonna happen!"
"Excellent, excellent," Carson said, "So, what's next for you guys?"
"We have a few more gigs, then we'll break for the holidays," Chandler replied.
"Alright, well, let's jump back into the videos...how about we show one of yours?"
"Sounds good," the band replied in unison.
"Alright, thanks for stopping by, guys, and come back anytime! Here is PMQ's latest, 'Lost In You'!"
As the director yelled cut, the band was led back into the green room.
"Is it gonna be like this all day?" Joey whined.
"Pretty much," Monica replied, as the band collapsed onto the sofas.
"This sucks," Ross said.
"What are you talkin' about? You didn't say a damn thing out there!" Joey said.
"Maybe I didn't have anything to say, okay?" Ross yelled back.
"Guys!" Monica intervened. "We do not have time for this. You have to tape a promo piece
downstairs, then we have to get to the Ed Sullivan Theatre."
"We are doing Letterman tonight?" Chandler said, surprised by the sudden booking.
"Yeah, well, Blink 182 bailed at the last minute, so I offered our services. Plus, the
more interviews we do today, the better. Chandler, you have two interviews between now and
Letterman, so we have to go."
Monica led a grumbling Chandler downstairs, while the others gathered their things.
"Mon, I thought we had to do a promo piece."
"Ross and Joey can handle it. You have interviews with Vh1 and CMJ."
"I think this is all an elaborate rouse to get me alone, Ms. Geller."
Monica stopped dead in her tracks. Was he onto her? Oh crap!
"Why would you say that? Look, I was up at 5 am booking this crap for you, and..."
"Monica, MONICA! Calm down, I was joking."
"Oh. I knew that."
**
*5:15pm*
"Okay, um, where are they?" Ross was now in full panic mode.
"I'm sure they'll be here, calm down," Joey said, "We still have 20 minutes."
As if on cue, Monica and Chandler came flying into the green room, sweating profusely.
"Where the hell have you two been?" Joey asked.
"That guy from CMJ would not shut up. Then our cab rear-ended another cab, 15 blocks from here."
"They are probably still arguing," Chandler added. "We had to run all the way down here."
"And we woulda been here 15 minutes ago if Chandler hadn't stopped to sign autographs," Monica said.
"Oh, come on Mon, those girls were hot!" Chandler laughed.
"Didja get numbers?" Joey asked, and was elbowed by Pheobe.
Letterman went off without a hitch, and the band then gathered for two more interviews, before
heading back to their respective apartments. Ross decided to take a quick detour past Rachel's
apartment. She and Kevin had parted from the group after TRL, but she was on Ross' mind all day.
He approached Rachel's building, and smiled when he saw Rachel, standing at her picture window,
staring out into the night sky. His smile faded when he saw Kevin approach her, pulling her into an
embrace. Ross sighed. His drinking problem had ruined any chance he may have had with Rachel. She
probably thought he was a drunk, and not worth her time. A bitter wind picked up, indicating
an upcoming storm. Ross turned and hailed a cab, and headed home.
Rachel stood at the window, staring into the night. She finally had everything she ever wanted.
A career, a boyfriend who cared about her, and great friends to share her life with. She
sighed heavily. If this is what she wanted, then she should be happy. But something inside
was nagging her. She knew that Kevin wanted her to change jobs, but she just couldn't see
herself doing anything else. She knew that it was time for her to make a decision. Whatever
she chose, it was going to change her life dramatically. Suddenly, Kevin came up behind her,
and put his arms around her waist.
"Penny for your thoughts," Kevin said sweetly.
"Just...thinking," Rachel sighed.
"About?"
"The future."
Rachel turned around and looked into Kevin's eyes. He smiled, unaware of what was going
on in her head. She smiled weakly, and made her decision.
"Kevin, we need to talk."
**
"Caramel Macchiato to go, please," Chandler stood at the counter at Central Perk, trying very
hard to blend in. It didn't work. Before he could duck out of the coffee shop, a group of
girls walked in, and squealed. The entire coffee shop stopped and stared, as the girls ran up
to Chandler, begging for autographs and pictures. The incident started a chain reaction, and
it took Chandler an hour and a half to get out of the shop. Once outside, Chandler noticed that
the weather had changed dramatically in the last 90 minutes. The wind was fierce, and large,
gravel-like hail stones were plummeting from the pitch black sky. Chandler pulled his wool
overcoat over his face and ran into the adjacent building. He ran up to Apartment 20, and
pounded on the door.
"Chandler?" Monica said, opening the door, "What are you doing back here?"
"I tried to leave, but I got stuck in Central Perk...and now it's hailing so bad, I can't see."
"I told you not to go into public places alone," Monica laughed, "Come on in."
Chandler walked into Monica's apartment, and shook off his dampened coat.
"Sorry about this, Mon. You didn't have plans, did you?"
Monica laughed. "I am the manager for the most famous band in the universe...I have no life."
Chandler laughed and plopped down on Monica's cream-coloured sofa, as she started a batch of
hot cocoa.
"Wow, it's really coming down now," Chandler said, and wandered over to the giant picture window.
Monica walked over and stood next to him. "Wow."
"I'd hate to be stuck in this storm."
**
Joey tried once again to start his whimpering Porche. He and Pheobe were heading out of the city,
when his car just stopped. He tried again, and the engined continued to grind relentlessly.
"I think you flooded it," Pheobe yelled over the grinding engine and the pounding hail.
"Crap!" Joey exclaimed, hitting the steering wheel.
"Where are we?"
"I have no idea, but we are gonna have to wait this storm out."
Suddenly, headlights appeared from behind.
"Oh, man, this guys can jump start us!" Joey said excitedly.
"Joey," Pheobe said, "he's not slowing down."
The truck barreled down the dark road, and as it passed the Porche, it clipped the back end, and
sent it careening down the bank, and into a large tree.
**********
Coming Soon: "The Storm"!