Before we get started, I have to say that I know nothing about Chicago. I never went there so things won't be accurate. Okay, that's it.

" Taxi! Taxi! My god its just as hard to get a cab here than in New York!" He finally got one.

" Hi."

" Where to chief?"

" Well, do you know of a cheap hotel around here?"

" Umm, there's the Holiday Inn about 2 blocks from here. You're not from around here. Where you from?"

" New York."

" The city?"

" Yeah."

" You visiting anyone?"

" Actually, I'm coming to live here. I just got a job in the Stienman building. So if you know of any good apartments available near by, just let me know."

" I know of an apartment up for rent a couple blocks away. My brother in law is renting it out. It's not great, but you seem like you really need a place."

" I do! Thank god I got you as a cabdriver."

" Here we are." He began to write down a number. " I'm Jay. This is my brother-in-law, Steve's number. Go look at the place and good luck with basically a new life here."

" Thanks. How much do I owe you?"

" Five." He handed him the money. After Chandler got settled in to his room. He figured that he'd give Joey a call.

" At the sound of the beep you know what to do. Beep!"

"Hey Joe. I don't know if you've realized yet but I flew out to Chicago this morning. I know I have a lot of explaining to do but I don't want to do it over the machine. I'll call later tonight. Okay, try not to be too mad at me. Bye." He hung up the phone, lay back on his bed and stared at the ceiling. " I wonder what Monica's doing." He said out loud. Little did he know that in another state, Monica was on her bed, wondering the same thing about him.

*****

Joey sat on 'Rosita' and watched Baywatch. He couldn't help but look over at the other empty barka lounger sitting next to him. Monica had him bring it over after she found out that Chandler wouldn't be here to do it. He kept wondering how all this happened. Chandler was somewhere in Chicago, Rachel, well, let's just say she's on the outside of the group. Everyone was mad at somebody. This wasn't the group of friends, no not friends, family that he had been apart of for so many years. Well the brake up was bound to happen, they couldn't sit around drinking coffee together forever, right? He used to thinking that they all would get over this, now he wasn't so sure. Suddenly the phone ringing broke his thoughts.

" What?"

" Hey Joe!"

" Chandler,"

" Oh come on, I told you to try not to be mad at me."

" Well that's kinda hard Chandler. How could you do this?"

" Do what?"

" How can you just pick up and leave with out telling anybody!"

" I had to."

" Why?"

" Because I got a job transfer."

" Bull. You would have turned it down. What's the real reason."

" It would make everything easier-,"

" Yeah, for you."

" And Monica. She needs to move on and I can't watch her do that."

" What you need to be doing is trying to get her back! You know she still loves you. You need to make her forgive you because you belong together."

" I don't deserve her…" He said quietly and Joey calmed down.

" Why would you say that?"

" Because I mess up everything. I'm a Bing; it's what we do."

" Everyone is allowed one mistake."

" Yeah, yeah. Look Joe, I had to leave. I don't have a reason to stay. I lost Monica with my 'one mistake'."

" What about me! I've been the one who's been by your side and Rachel's because I thought you guys were sorry and gonna 'right your wrong'. I see that was just Rachel's attentions. You on the other hand, decide to run away like some chicken. To top that off, after all I've done for you, you didn't say goodbye. Not even a so long, or farewell."

" Joe, I'm so sor-,"

" No! Don't even say sorry to me. You said Monica doesn't want you sayiing that anymore, neither do I. Your sorrys mean squat to me!" He hung up looking not so much angry but disappointed. He looked up and saw Rachel standing there.

" Joey, you woke me up with all that yelling, who was that?"

" Chandler."

" Why were you yelling at him?"

" Because he let me down."

" How did he let you down?"

" He left New York and he's not coming back. He gave up just like that."

" Gave up what? He's gone?"

" Yes. You're here trying to get your friends back, facing the consequences of your actions while he just ran from them."

" Where did he go?"

" Chicago."

" Should of known." She mumbled and got back to bed.