Chapter 12
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The suite was quiet. Monica was in her room, which she planned to share with Rachel. She placed her last pair of trousers onto the hanger and then into wardrobe. Joey was asleep in his room and Chandler sat in the sitting area reading the tourism magazine, which has been supplied by the hotel. The silence was unexpectedly broken with a shattered Rachel and Ross falling in the door together, holding on to each other for dear life. Chandler sat up straight in his seat and Monica joined the room, hearing the commotion.
"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Monica looked questionably.
Rachel was bent double, fighting for breath. "We spoke to someone who saw Phoebe about 20 minutes ago. She was in the shop buying cigarettes and." Chandler cut her off. "But Phoebe doesn't smoke Rachel" "Well she does now by the looks of it." Ross snapped. Rachel took over from him. "He identified her from a picture. He said she told him she was leaving to go back to New York in two days!" "She must have bought a new ticket?" Monica was still trying to let the facts settle in her brain. "We need to go to the airport now and change our tickets, try and get an early flight from Glasgow. We have to try and beat her back, then catch her at the airport." Ross rushed through his words and watched Monica snatch her purse up from the table. "Lets go now, the sooner the better." They set off for the airport leaving Joey asleep and oblivious to the goings on.
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The airport was a stone's throw from the hotel, but it still managed to take them 20 minutes to get there. The traffic was a nightmare, and they seemed to get stopped at every set of traffic lights they came across. By the time they were inside all 4 had lost the little remaining patience they had left. The whole situation was driving them crazy and there was nothing they could do to make it better.
Monica barged passed everyone who managed to get in her way, in a desperate attempt to find the check in desks. "Mon, over here," Rachel motioned to her with her left hand and Monica followed. They could see the desks in the distance as they walked as quickly as they could towards them. "Could you help us please?" Rachel asked the woman across from her. She was wearing a British Airways uniform. "Sure, would you like to book tickets?" The woman enquired. "No, you see we already have tickets. He are supposed to fly back to John F Kennedy airport from London Heathrow in 9 days, but we would ideally like to change them, allowing us to fly back from Glasgow. Oh and the flight needs to be tomorrow if possible," Rachel cringed at having to cause so much disruption. The clerk nodded and smiled, noticing Rachel's embarrassment. "Let me check for you. Could I see the return tickets you have already?" Ross dug deep into his pocket and pulled out his wallet where he was keeping them and he handed them over for her to check. They stood back and watched the woman type furiously into the computer. "Ah," she scowled at something on her screen. "What is it now?" Monica raged, having had enough drama. "All the planes going back to New York are fully booked for the next 5 days, there is only 1 seat left on the day after tomorrows flight. Let me check other flights to the east coast." She restarted her typing. "Any one else got déjà vu?" Monica's voice was still filled with anger. "I'm sorry but the other flights are the same. It's a 5 day wait or nothing im afraid." "Its better than nothing guys," Chandler tried to remain positive. "Ok, can you change us to that flight then?" Monica asked, her tone a bit less severe than before. "Sure, I will have to charge you an excess of £60 per ticket im afraid. Its an admin' fee" This time everyone rolled their eyes. Ross who already had his wallet open handed her his credit card. "Now I've got déjà vu!"
After a quick change over the gang had their new tickets. All they had to do now was go back to the hotel, inform Joey of the goings on and wait patiently for Friday when they would be back in America.
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Joey was up from his bed and sitting in the lounge, frantic with worry over the sudden disappearance of his 4 remaining friends. Just at that the door swung open and the gang entered. He jumped to his feet and ran to them. "Did something happen? Did you get news from Phoebe?" He asked hysterically. "You could say that Joe, we bumped into someone who saw her. She's apparently going back to America on Tuesday. We're just back from the airport. We went to see about getting the same flight, but it's fully booked, so we have to wait 5 more days. There was one seat on a flight Tuesday but that's no good to us." Everyone listened intently while Ross filled Joey in, watching his expression with pity. "I'm going back on that flight!" Joey stated without thinking. "What?" Ross looked confused. "The one seat left! I have to get it! I'll go back alone!" "Joey are you sure?" Rachel was frightened to ask, but had to. Joey didn't answer her; he ran to the phone and dialled the operator. "Glasgow airport please" he listened in silence for a moment as he was connected. "Yes, hi, I would like to book the ticket for the flight going to" he paused and looked at his friends. "Newark" Ross mouthed to him. "Newark, on Tuesday please." He listened again as the clerk searched. "Can you hold it for me and I will come and get it? I'll be there as soon as possible." Joey hung up the phone and made a grab for his jacket. "Chandler, pack up my suitcase" he shouted back without turning round. They all watched him close the door then turned to look at each other. No one could understand his erratic behaviour, but it was Joey, so no one questioned it.
Rachel broke the silence. "Well guys I hate to break up the fun, but I have to go to bed. I'm shattered!" All nodded and went into their respective rooms, all of them worn out. The next 5 days waiting were going to be agony; they just had to hold on to all hope until then!
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The two-day wait for Phoebe flew in. She shut over the lid of her case and closed it securely. She sat on her bed, her head in her hands. She could feel her stomach knotting with nerves. She was taking another huge step and the thought of it terrified her to the core. "Are you ready Pheebs? Emily stuck her head around the door. "I've got a cab waiting downstairs." Phoebe looked up and nodded. She lifted her case and shut the bedroom door behind. She was unable to wipe the tears from her eyes, as her hands were full. Instead she let them drip down her onto her top. "France here I come!" she sobbed.
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The airports speaker system came on and a woman's voice echoed the airport.
"This is the last call for flight BA719 going to Newark, New Jersey. Departure lounge 26."
"That's you Joey," Chandler patted his friend on the back and then grabbed him close for a hug. Joey held on with all his might. "Have a save journey sweetie," Rachel fought back her tears. She hated goodbyes. "See you all soon!" Joey waved. Everyone noted how the group just seemed to get smaller and smaller as the days went on, praying it wouldn't be long before they were all reunited.
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"Flight number PR138, please report to check in terminal 32. Have your boarding passes ready." "That's my flight," Phoebe looked at her boarding pass and checked the flight number to be sure. Emily hugged her tightly. "Have a good journey, and remember to call me when you settle in! Oh, and you'll be needing these," Emily placed her hand in her pocket and pulled out a set of keys. "Won't get far without these," she joked. "Emily, thank you so much again. I don't know where I would be without you."
"Listen, don't mention it. You go and sort yourself out. And remember Phoebe; if you need to go back to New York go. Your friends love you! They wont be mad." Phoebe didn't say anything. She wished what Emily had said was true, but in her head it didn't equate.
"Goodbye Emily. Take care!" Phoebe headed towards her check in, never looking back.
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"I'm going to go and see if I can hand Joeys ticket back in and get a refund. After all, we have no use for it." Ross stated. "I'll come with you," Rachel followed him. Monica and Chandler stood in silence, that was until Chandler spotted a familiar face. "Oh my God Mon, look, there's Emily again!" "Where?" Monica spun her head around in different directions trying to see for herself." "There! Look!" Chandler pointed to the main doors which Emily was now walking out of." "How weird is that! Do you think its some kind of fate that we keep running into her? Do you think we should go talk to her?" "Nah," Chandler answered. "Better to let sleeping dogs lie as they say" "Yeah, your probably right" Monica agreed. "We would have nothing to talk about anyway, it would just be awkward!
Little did they know!
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Monica, Chandler, Ross and Rachel sat in a little Irish pub across from their hotel, all-staring aimlessly into their glasses.
"Guys can I talk to you about something?" Chandler looked nervously at his friends who had turned to stare at him. "I've been thinking about looking up my family while I'm here, but I didn't think it was appropriate with what's happened and all. Anyway I thought I'd better it run it by you all before I started searching. So what do you think?" "I think it's a fabulous idea! You always wanted to know your roots" Monica rubbed his arm reassuringly. "We will help" Rachel chimed in. "Yeah, and don't feel bad. There's nothing we can do for Phoebe now. She's probably half way to America. We are just going to be sitting around until Friday anyway." Ross looked sympathetic. "Thanks you lot, I knew I could count of you for support" The all leaned in for a group hug. "Let go do some research!" Ross screeched, sounding more excited than he really should have. Chandler felt his stomach knot in excitement. He was finally going to find the family he had longed to meet. But would it be as rosy as what he thought? Little did he know acquiring new family would cost him the love of his life!
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The suite was quiet. Monica was in her room, which she planned to share with Rachel. She placed her last pair of trousers onto the hanger and then into wardrobe. Joey was asleep in his room and Chandler sat in the sitting area reading the tourism magazine, which has been supplied by the hotel. The silence was unexpectedly broken with a shattered Rachel and Ross falling in the door together, holding on to each other for dear life. Chandler sat up straight in his seat and Monica joined the room, hearing the commotion.
"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Monica looked questionably.
Rachel was bent double, fighting for breath. "We spoke to someone who saw Phoebe about 20 minutes ago. She was in the shop buying cigarettes and." Chandler cut her off. "But Phoebe doesn't smoke Rachel" "Well she does now by the looks of it." Ross snapped. Rachel took over from him. "He identified her from a picture. He said she told him she was leaving to go back to New York in two days!" "She must have bought a new ticket?" Monica was still trying to let the facts settle in her brain. "We need to go to the airport now and change our tickets, try and get an early flight from Glasgow. We have to try and beat her back, then catch her at the airport." Ross rushed through his words and watched Monica snatch her purse up from the table. "Lets go now, the sooner the better." They set off for the airport leaving Joey asleep and oblivious to the goings on.
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The airport was a stone's throw from the hotel, but it still managed to take them 20 minutes to get there. The traffic was a nightmare, and they seemed to get stopped at every set of traffic lights they came across. By the time they were inside all 4 had lost the little remaining patience they had left. The whole situation was driving them crazy and there was nothing they could do to make it better.
Monica barged passed everyone who managed to get in her way, in a desperate attempt to find the check in desks. "Mon, over here," Rachel motioned to her with her left hand and Monica followed. They could see the desks in the distance as they walked as quickly as they could towards them. "Could you help us please?" Rachel asked the woman across from her. She was wearing a British Airways uniform. "Sure, would you like to book tickets?" The woman enquired. "No, you see we already have tickets. He are supposed to fly back to John F Kennedy airport from London Heathrow in 9 days, but we would ideally like to change them, allowing us to fly back from Glasgow. Oh and the flight needs to be tomorrow if possible," Rachel cringed at having to cause so much disruption. The clerk nodded and smiled, noticing Rachel's embarrassment. "Let me check for you. Could I see the return tickets you have already?" Ross dug deep into his pocket and pulled out his wallet where he was keeping them and he handed them over for her to check. They stood back and watched the woman type furiously into the computer. "Ah," she scowled at something on her screen. "What is it now?" Monica raged, having had enough drama. "All the planes going back to New York are fully booked for the next 5 days, there is only 1 seat left on the day after tomorrows flight. Let me check other flights to the east coast." She restarted her typing. "Any one else got déjà vu?" Monica's voice was still filled with anger. "I'm sorry but the other flights are the same. It's a 5 day wait or nothing im afraid." "Its better than nothing guys," Chandler tried to remain positive. "Ok, can you change us to that flight then?" Monica asked, her tone a bit less severe than before. "Sure, I will have to charge you an excess of £60 per ticket im afraid. Its an admin' fee" This time everyone rolled their eyes. Ross who already had his wallet open handed her his credit card. "Now I've got déjà vu!"
After a quick change over the gang had their new tickets. All they had to do now was go back to the hotel, inform Joey of the goings on and wait patiently for Friday when they would be back in America.
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Joey was up from his bed and sitting in the lounge, frantic with worry over the sudden disappearance of his 4 remaining friends. Just at that the door swung open and the gang entered. He jumped to his feet and ran to them. "Did something happen? Did you get news from Phoebe?" He asked hysterically. "You could say that Joe, we bumped into someone who saw her. She's apparently going back to America on Tuesday. We're just back from the airport. We went to see about getting the same flight, but it's fully booked, so we have to wait 5 more days. There was one seat on a flight Tuesday but that's no good to us." Everyone listened intently while Ross filled Joey in, watching his expression with pity. "I'm going back on that flight!" Joey stated without thinking. "What?" Ross looked confused. "The one seat left! I have to get it! I'll go back alone!" "Joey are you sure?" Rachel was frightened to ask, but had to. Joey didn't answer her; he ran to the phone and dialled the operator. "Glasgow airport please" he listened in silence for a moment as he was connected. "Yes, hi, I would like to book the ticket for the flight going to" he paused and looked at his friends. "Newark" Ross mouthed to him. "Newark, on Tuesday please." He listened again as the clerk searched. "Can you hold it for me and I will come and get it? I'll be there as soon as possible." Joey hung up the phone and made a grab for his jacket. "Chandler, pack up my suitcase" he shouted back without turning round. They all watched him close the door then turned to look at each other. No one could understand his erratic behaviour, but it was Joey, so no one questioned it.
Rachel broke the silence. "Well guys I hate to break up the fun, but I have to go to bed. I'm shattered!" All nodded and went into their respective rooms, all of them worn out. The next 5 days waiting were going to be agony; they just had to hold on to all hope until then!
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The two-day wait for Phoebe flew in. She shut over the lid of her case and closed it securely. She sat on her bed, her head in her hands. She could feel her stomach knotting with nerves. She was taking another huge step and the thought of it terrified her to the core. "Are you ready Pheebs? Emily stuck her head around the door. "I've got a cab waiting downstairs." Phoebe looked up and nodded. She lifted her case and shut the bedroom door behind. She was unable to wipe the tears from her eyes, as her hands were full. Instead she let them drip down her onto her top. "France here I come!" she sobbed.
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The airports speaker system came on and a woman's voice echoed the airport.
"This is the last call for flight BA719 going to Newark, New Jersey. Departure lounge 26."
"That's you Joey," Chandler patted his friend on the back and then grabbed him close for a hug. Joey held on with all his might. "Have a save journey sweetie," Rachel fought back her tears. She hated goodbyes. "See you all soon!" Joey waved. Everyone noted how the group just seemed to get smaller and smaller as the days went on, praying it wouldn't be long before they were all reunited.
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"Flight number PR138, please report to check in terminal 32. Have your boarding passes ready." "That's my flight," Phoebe looked at her boarding pass and checked the flight number to be sure. Emily hugged her tightly. "Have a good journey, and remember to call me when you settle in! Oh, and you'll be needing these," Emily placed her hand in her pocket and pulled out a set of keys. "Won't get far without these," she joked. "Emily, thank you so much again. I don't know where I would be without you."
"Listen, don't mention it. You go and sort yourself out. And remember Phoebe; if you need to go back to New York go. Your friends love you! They wont be mad." Phoebe didn't say anything. She wished what Emily had said was true, but in her head it didn't equate.
"Goodbye Emily. Take care!" Phoebe headed towards her check in, never looking back.
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"I'm going to go and see if I can hand Joeys ticket back in and get a refund. After all, we have no use for it." Ross stated. "I'll come with you," Rachel followed him. Monica and Chandler stood in silence, that was until Chandler spotted a familiar face. "Oh my God Mon, look, there's Emily again!" "Where?" Monica spun her head around in different directions trying to see for herself." "There! Look!" Chandler pointed to the main doors which Emily was now walking out of." "How weird is that! Do you think its some kind of fate that we keep running into her? Do you think we should go talk to her?" "Nah," Chandler answered. "Better to let sleeping dogs lie as they say" "Yeah, your probably right" Monica agreed. "We would have nothing to talk about anyway, it would just be awkward!
Little did they know!
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Monica, Chandler, Ross and Rachel sat in a little Irish pub across from their hotel, all-staring aimlessly into their glasses.
"Guys can I talk to you about something?" Chandler looked nervously at his friends who had turned to stare at him. "I've been thinking about looking up my family while I'm here, but I didn't think it was appropriate with what's happened and all. Anyway I thought I'd better it run it by you all before I started searching. So what do you think?" "I think it's a fabulous idea! You always wanted to know your roots" Monica rubbed his arm reassuringly. "We will help" Rachel chimed in. "Yeah, and don't feel bad. There's nothing we can do for Phoebe now. She's probably half way to America. We are just going to be sitting around until Friday anyway." Ross looked sympathetic. "Thanks you lot, I knew I could count of you for support" The all leaned in for a group hug. "Let go do some research!" Ross screeched, sounding more excited than he really should have. Chandler felt his stomach knot in excitement. He was finally going to find the family he had longed to meet. But would it be as rosy as what he thought? Little did he know acquiring new family would cost him the love of his life!
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