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"Hey."

A voice from beyond. Poking. Ouch. Light. Bright, burning light starting his retinas on fire from beneath his eyelids.

Chandler squinted his eyes after waking up from what felt like a short nap. A light was directly in his eyes, and it wasn't the sun.

Another poke in the ribs.

"Wake up," the voice said again. Chandler brought his hand up to shield the light and rubbed his eyes with the other. The light was being produced by a tiny flashlight. The light moved away.

A cop stood there, dressed all in black uniform complete with the hat, the beating stick he had been poking with and the tiny black flashlight. He turned it off.

"What are you doing here, have no place to go, do ya?" The cop grinned as if he won brownie points for hauling in a bum.

"What? No, I'm not homeless!" Chandler protested and was now fully awake. What an insult.. And where the hell was he? He straightened up a bit and noticed he was still on the park bench he had sat on 2 minutes ago. He realized it hadn't been 2 minutes however, more like 15 hours. Couldn't be.

"Not homeless huh? What's all this then?" The cop stepped back and motioned towards the lower half of the Chandler's body. Chandler looked down to find crumpled up bills and change surrounding his feet. So people had thrown money at him thinking he was a bum. Unbelievable.

"I know this looks bad, but I just fell asleep, honest." Chandler sat up straighter and looked around for his jacket. Of course it was gone.

"Let me see some identification," the cop put his hands to his belted hips. Chandler couldn't help but notice the holstered pistol by his hand.

He started to pat his pants down for his wallet.. then suddenly remembered that it had been in his trench, due to the fact that he simply hated wearing it in the back pocket of his dress pants. His keys had been in his other coat pocket. Now, he might as well have be naked.

"Identification, sir?" The cop asked again.

"You know.. my wallet and keys were in my jacket which were actually stolen because I just have to be living in this stupid city," Chandler grumbled. Of course the cop thought he was making up stories.

His stupid back pain was back too and worse than ever. He never knew just a simple fall could hurt so bad. He needed to get home to tak another pill. His body screamed for it.

A least he felt rested!

Ha.

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Chandler slowly walked the stairs up to the apartment and slowly was right. Each step made him wince and by the time he got to the top floor he was huffing and puffing.

The cop had let him off, assuming that because of his dressy attire, that he had just lost his job and had truly just fallen asleep on a park bench. Chandler had been grateful for that. He didn't think he looked like a trouble maker anyway.

Finally he reached the apartment door, and before entering, checked his watch. Near 3:00am. How the hell was he going to come up with a story in just a few seconds to tell Monica?

Traffic was bad.... For like 14 hours?

Okay. He was cornered on the way home and someone tried to mug him-

Nah, he -

The apartment door swung open and Monica stood there looking worried, scared and angry all at the same time.

Chandler stood there dumbfounded, tie now hanging entirly around his neck, hair in disarray. He imagined what he must of looked like to her.

"Where the hell have you been?!" she shrieked, still fully clothed despite the hour. He did half expect her to be up and waiting though.

Chandler sighed not wanting to get into anything that wasn't there and walked into the apartment past her.

"I was out," he responded and went to the cupboard by the sink to get his pills to calm down his back.

He knew that saying he was 'out' was probably not the best answer right now. To be honest, it probably looked like he had just gotten home from a 5 hour romp with a blonde bimbo.

" 'Out'? You were 'out'? Care to tell me where 'out' was?" She shut the door and walked into the kitchen furter. "I thought you were dead!" she added.

"Well, I did have my coat, keys, and wallet stolen," he said while dumping two pills into his palm and closing the bottle.

"How did that happen?"

Chandler faced her with a look on his face.

"It's New York!"

Monica paused for a minute. Chandler turned back to the sink and took down a glass for some water.

"Did you talk to the police?" she asked.

Chandler shoved the pills in his mouth and took a long gulp of water.

"Oh I talked to the police all right.." he muttered and put the glass down in the sink.

Silence.

"Are you cheating on me?" she suddenly asked from behind him.

Chandler turned to look at her baffled.

"What? No!"

Monica crossed her arms and looked to the side. Chandler placed both hands around her upper arms.

"Honey.. I know I haven't been around much lately, but it's because of this stupid back thing. I promise once this is all gone, you'll have your snuggle bunny back," Chandler smiled.

She looked back at him. That look. He was forgiven. Thank God.

"Well I have missed my snuggle bunny..."

Chandler gave her a long kiss on the forehead.