Chapter Six: A Fateful News Report

Ross is laying on the couch at Monica and Chandler's

"Is he okay?" Phoebe asked.

"I think so," Chandler replied.

"No."

They whipped around to stare at Monica.

She walked over to the couch, kneeling beside her brother. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, landing on Ross's shirt, and soaking into the fabric.

"I've never seen him like this. His heart... (in a whisper) his heart..." she began.

"What about his heart, honey?" Chandler asked, walking over.

"It's dead."

"What?!" Phoebe screamed.

"I don't think she means he's actually dead Phoebe," Chandler said.

"Oh, thanks. Maybe you should mention that before I'm dead of a heart attack," she replied sarcastically.

"He's been through too much," Monica weeped.

"We know Mon," Phoebe said.

"We all know," Chandler whispered.

Ross's Dream

Ross ran down the hallway (which looks like a hospital). He came to a door which read: Emergency Room (ER). He bolted through the doors.

"Where is she, where's Rachel?"

"Oh, yes... Ms. Green. She's in recovery."

"HOW IS SHE?"

"She's fine. There were no complications, and she's breathing on her own now."

"Can I see her?"

"I'm sorry sir, but only family members are allowed at this time."

Ross's head was pounding, trying thinking of an answer. He had to see her...

"I'm her husband."

"Please proceed."

He ran into the room... he saw Rachel... her face black and blue, but she still looked beautiful.

"Ross," she called for him.

He walked towards her... when suddenly, Cash appeared by her bedside.

He watched as Cash reached into his pocket and took out something that looked like a... knife! Then, before he could run over to stop him... he shot the metal through Rachel's chest.

End of Dream

Suddenly, Ross shot up from the couch.

"RACHEL! RACHEL, NO!"

Chandler and Monica tried to pull him back down. However he broke free, and ran for the door. Phoebe got there first however, and blocked it.

"I HAVE TO STOP HIM!"

Monica grabbed her brother's shoulder, and embraced him. She stroked his shoulder,

"It was a dream, sweetie. It's all okay."

Finally, Ross snapped back to reality. Monica was right... it was all a dream. But it wasn't okay.

"No, Monica. It's not okay. We don't know where she is, or what he's doing to her. How can you say that everything's okay?"

"I'm sorry, Ross. I know it's not okay, but we have to hold on. Come on, just keep believing that eventually, we're going to find Rachel."

"She's right, buddy. Don't lose your faith," Chandler said.

Phoebe stepped away from the door.

"Come on Ross, let's go watch some t.v or something."

They all sat down on the couch, and Phoebe grabbed the remote. They surfed the channels for about ten minutes, but found nothing to watch.

"Let's just watch the news, there's always something good on there," Monica suggested.

"Yea, and sometimes, if you're lucky... you can see cop chases!" Chandler added.

Phoebe flipped the television to the 6:00 news.

Reporter

"However, our top story this evening takes place at the Brooklyn Bridge. Let's go to Nancy with the full story."

"Hello, everyone. I'm Nancy Fuller, and right now, I'm witnessing a very nerve-racking scene. A man, who we currently do not know the name of, has threatened to drop a young women over the Brooklyn Bridge. He has no reason for doing this, or if he has one, he hasn't told us. We do not know the name of the woman, either. So, in a few minutes, we will zoom-in the best we can, so you can get a clear view of her face. If you know this woman, please call 55-8290 immedietly."

"Man, I'd hate to be that woman," Phoebe said, laughing.

"Phoebe, that's not funny! What if it was one of us hanging off that bridge?" Monica said.

Suddenly, the camera zoomed-in on the woman, revealing a somewhat familiar face.

"It's Rachel," Ross said.