The group stood on the rooftop, all trying to ignore the bristling wind and rain.

"Do we really need to see this?" Chandler asked, rubbing his hands together in a futile attempt at warmth.

"Yes!" Ross exclaimed loudly. "This is a comet that is seen every 200 hundred years. That means our grandparents have never seen it and our grandchildren will never see it," he explained.

"I still think we should have brought the kids to watch too," Rachel said. "I still feel bad that Mike has to look after them all for the night."

Phoebe laughed. "Don't worry, he loves the kids. He loves them more when you pick them up to take them home, but he loves them."

"They won't be able to appreciate it," Ross countered as his eyes scanned the night sky. "Plus, we probably wouldn't see it if we're parenting."

"So our kids get to stay indoors and watch tv with their cool babysitter and that means we have to stand in the cold and watch a big rock? Sounds like a punishment to me," Chandler replied.

Rachel rested her head against Ross' shoulder, half to comfort him and half to keep her hair dry. "Hey, if Ross wants to look at a comet he gets to."

"And it has to be a group activity because…?" Monica asked.

"Exactly!" Chandler agreed. "I shared a room with Ross in college, and he is definitely used to solo activities."

Phoebe shrugged her shoulders, seemingly unaffected by the weather. "It could be fun to see. Ooh maybe I could write a song about it."

Ross shushed them all. "It's going to start soon."

And despite their protests the group fell quiet and all turned their attention to the sky.

The comet appeared, a ghostly white colour hurtling through the night sky with a tail of hazy blue. Ross followed the object with his awestruck eyes, a large grin on his face.

And then it disappeared from view.

"Wasn't that great?!" Ross asked with excitement.

Joey replied, "Big rock in the sky. Sure, it was great."

A voice came from behind them, an odd mixture of Scottish and Irish accent. "You think that was great? You haven't lived if you thought that was fun!"

The group turned to look at the stranger, instantly judging his outfit.

The man was elderly, with grey hair and beard, his outfit a formal suit with one half a garish purple and the other half a vibrant orange. "You want to know what is fun? A realm with Dragons, and magic, and a world that has bread, cheese, and meat, but somehow doesn't have sandwiches! Do you know that place?" he asked.

Phoebe nodded. "China," she said with confidence.

Ross took a step forward until he was between the man and his friends. "Phoebe, I don't think we should be talking to this stranger."

The man cackled loudly. "That's right! I'm a stranger. And I'm danger. I'm the living embodiment of stranger danger! So, let me change that. My name is Sheogorath. Also known as The Mad Lord, The Cheese God, and Uncle Sheo. But you, you can just call me Sheogorath. Because, like I said, that is my name!"

Ross gestured to the door. "That's nice, but I think we're all going to leave now."

"Good idea! We should all go! In fact, I'm going back to my realm. And I have decided to bring you all along with me."

And with that, the mad man waved his hands and opened a portal of bright blue swirls which sucked the friends in as they heard him laugh. "Have fun in Skyrim!"