Ross was unaccustomed to New York. His business dealings at home consisted of a desk, now he had his own office with a sign on the door

"So how are you settling in?" asked Chandler as he walked in the door.

"It's taking me a while to get used to this big store." Ross admitted as he shuffled through the pile of papers. "Running a plantation was never like this."

"I gave this position because I need someone who I knew could do the job." Chandler said.

"You gave me the job because I am Monica's brother." Ross laughed.

"Look my father just made me the operating manager and I need a right hand man who knows business and is very intelligent. You got better marks at Harvard than me." Chandler said.

"I appreciate that and I will do my best to not let you down." Ross said. "Now if you will excuse me, I have a wife and two children to get home to."

Ross got into the carriage as the lamplighter lit the street lights. He needed to get used to the hustle and bustle of the streets. Every where he looked were people. They came in all shapes and sizes and ethnic groups.

Finally he walked up the stairs of the brownstone. As he walked into the door, his eyes caught a beautiful sight. Rachel was holding young Emma and rocking back and forth . He walked over and kissed his beautiful wife.

"You're home, how was your first day of work?" Rachel said as she cradled Emma's head.

"It's going to take a while, but I will settle in." Ross said.

Rachel got up from the chair and cradled Emma's tiny head. She carried her over to her crib. Ben was playing with a train in his room.

"I tried something new for supper. Pot roast. I don't know how good it is going to be, because I have never had to cook before." Rachel said as she walked to the fire. She lifted the large ladle to Ross' mouth to test it.

"Well?" she asked nervously.

"How would you like to go out to supper? Delmonicos sound good?" he said.

"That bad huh?" she laughed.

"I'll get the nanny." she said as she walked to the other room.

Mrs. Hayes was an Irish woman hired to take care of the Geller children. She had just come to America because of the potato famine that was bringing so many people from Ireland.

"You two have a lovely time." Mrs. Hayes as she fed Emma her bottle. Ross and Rachel walked out the door , attired to go out on the town.

The next day Rachel woke up and turned to kiss her husband. She had the worst shock of her life when she touched his body and found that his heart had stopped. Rachel heard the baby crying in the next room.

But her heart wouldn't let her leave the cold body she held in her arms.

"Mrs. Geller, it's Emma." Mrs. Hayes said as she entered the bedroom.

"He's gone." Rachel said as her tears started to fall from her eyes. She cradled the lifeless body in her arms. She took her manicured hands and ran them though his thick hair for the last time.

"I'll get a hold of Mr. And Mrs. Bing," said Mrs. Hayes as she wiped a tear from her eye.

A couple hours later, the doctor arrived to take away Ross.

"It seems to have been a heart attack. Mercifully, it came during the night and in his sleep. " the doctor told Rachel as Chandler put his arm around her shoulder.

"I can't !" screamed Rachel as they lifted the sheet over her husband's head. "He can't leave me. I will be all alone with two children. Ross why?" she sobbed into Chandler's shoulders.

"We will be here for you Rachel. We'll help with Ben and Emma and Chandler will find a job for you." Monica said , herself with tears in her voice. She was now the lone survivor of a land that was now history.

Rachel tearfully put the wreath on the door as the undertaker took Ross away.

It was going to be a rough time ahead. Could she make it?