'Janice.' Monica finished. The gang sharply turned their attention back to her.

'Y-You remember who Janice is?' Chandler asked. His heart was racing. Had she remembered? If she did then it would mean that there was hope for Joey.

'Not really. I don't remember, I just knew her name.' Monica tried to explain. She had remembered Chandler on the balcony and the name 'Janice' had just come in to her head. She watched as Chandlers face fell and felt bad. She had spoken to him later on the first day that she had any memory of. He told her how close he and Joey were, how much like brothers they were and how he would do any thing to get Joey out of prison and off of death row. She felt bad because she knew she was the only one who could save him but because she couldn't even remember her own last name that wasn't possible. Chandler had been with her every day trying to help her remember and only left to visit Joey or go home to eat and change.

'Well, its still a good thing.' Insisted Rachel. Ross nodded along with her but Phoebe just smiled. She didn't seem so convinced.



Another two days in the hospital and Monica was allowed home. Well to her apartment anyway. She didn't recognize it.

'Home safe and sound.' Chandler said with happiness that seemed more and more strained every day. He helped her in to the livingroom and sat next to her on the couch. He was the only one with her that day, the others had to work. 'Your more likely to regain your memory here, its full of your stuff and you never know, something might trigger something.' He said hopefully. She looked around the room. The purple walls, kitchen full of cooking utensils, the furniture, she didn't remember any of it. The balcony and view were only memorable from her slight flash of memory. She looked at Chandler and sighed. She had to look away quickly to avoid the disappointed look in his eyes.

'Don't remember anything.' Monica said before Chandler had a chance to check.

'Oh well.' He said. There was feigned cheeriness in his voice and he got up and walked to the fridge in the kitchen. 'Want a drink?'

'Mmm, sure.' She replied. Chandler poured two glasses of juice and came back to sit next to her. She took hers and Chandler placed his on the coffee table.

'Coaster.' She told him absent mindedly. Chandler stared at her. 'What?' She asked him.

'So you completely lose your memory but you still manage to tell me off for not using a coaster.' He stated. She looked at him quizzically. 'You see you have this thing with cleanness. Everything has to me neat and tidy and perfect.' Monica looked at him and burst out laughing.

'You've got to be kidding me.' She said. Chandler shook his head and started to laugh with her. 'Oh God. Was that annoying?' She asked, still giggling. Chandler nodded which made Monica giggle even more. She stopped suddenly. 'Chandler? Was I good friends with Joey?' She asked. This had been worrying her. Her friends hadn't said much about Joey, just that he was on death row for being set up for robbing the bank and that she was the only one that could give a witness statement but she knew nothing about him.

'We are all close in this group. But yeah you two were close. Not the closest in the group though, just really really good friends. You weren't as close as you and me.' He said.

'How close are we then?'

'Remember what Phoebe said when you had that flash of memory?'

'One of my few memories, yes.'

'Well she was right, we are always together. You're my best friend, you have been for the last eight years. Whenever I was feeling down all you had to do was smile at me and I'd feel a million times better. We always relied on each other and helped each other out. I was so scared when I heard you were in hospital, and not all for Joey's benefit. I don't know what I'd do without you, you mean so much to me.' He ended it holding her hands in his and looking into her eyes. Monica smiled.

'You sound like your in love with me or something.' She said. She immediately regretted it when she saw the uncomfortable look in his eyes. He stood up sharply, dropping her hands back in to her lap. She decided to change the subject. 'How close were you and Joey?'

'Well we weren't gay if that's what you mean.' He said. She blushed and looked down. That thought had crossed her mind. He seemed to really care about his friend. 'Basically, all of what I just said to you, I feel the same way about Joey, but in a guy way.' He frowned. 'And I don't love him.'

'But you love me?' She asked.

'Well. Can't really say love, because your like my sister. But, I don't know, there's always been something special between us. And I cant believe im saying this.' He said. He avoided her eyes and tried to change the subject. 'Well, Joey, uh. great guy. He's an actor. And uh. he has a big family.' He started to stutter.

'Chandler?' She asked after a few minutes of silence.

'Mmm?'

'Do you think I could see Joey? You were allowed to and I thought it might jog my memory.' Chandler looked up. There was a spark of hope in his eyes that she saw when she had the flash of memory.

'Yeah! I mean I could ask. I don't see why you shouldn't be able to see him. Especially as you might remember something that could save him.' He said. The brightness in his voice definatly wasn't faked this time.

'Great! Do you think you could arrange that?'

'Sure!' Chandler smiled. Monica returned the smile which quickly turned in to a yawn. She hadn't realised how tired she was. 'Wanna go to sleep?'

'Mmm. Sounds great.' Monica replied, practically drifting off on the couch. 'Uh. Which bedroom is mine then?' She felt silly, asking questions of things that seemed so simple. Chandler just smiled though.

'That one there.' He told her gently, pointing to the one nearest to the window. He understood that this must be hard on her and was taking it carefully. Inside he was screaming out to get her to remember her past. He couldn't bare it if Joey was sent down, not if he could do something about it. He was excited though, Monica was making progress and wanted to see Joey, that had to be good. He leapt up, wanting to make things go as fast as he could. 'The number of the policeman to out case is in my apartment, I'll go get it now ok? You going to be ok getting to bed on your own?'

'I'm sure I'll do fine.' She said smiling. He looks so sweet, she thought, he seemed really excited about her suggestion of visiting Joey. 'Uh. Where do you live?' She asked. She didn't want to be left alone and was enjoying Chandlers company.

'Just across the hall sweety. I'll be right back.' He said and ran off across the hall. Monica yawned again and started to walk across to the bedroom Chandler had pointed out. As she did the phone started ringing. Monica was in two minds about answering it. It felt right to answer it but in the other hand she wouldn't know anyone if they did ring, unless it was Ross, Rachel or Phoebe. As she was deciding whether or not to answer it the answering machine clicked on.

'Hello, You've reached Monica and Rachel. Neither of us are able to come to the phone right now so please leave a message after the tone.'

'Monica. I know you're there. Pick the phone up.'

Monica gasped. The voice seemed familiar but she couldn't quite remember it. She didn't like the threatening tone it carried or the way it was ordering her. It was unsettling.

'You cant save Joey sweetheart. No-one can. And soon. no-one will be able to save you.'

And with a click the line went dead.



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