This is a cliffhanger chapter so I'll wait to post the chapter after this. Just to make you mad. Then when you think all is lost and you've lost all interest in life, I'll post it back up. Sorry if it's short.

DISCLAIMER: Uhh…

"Shelter"

Everybody gathered at the center of the room. The house, which normally would have seemed like a beautiful welcoming home, seemed ominous and treacherous in the shadows as the wind blew the tree branches up against the house. The sat down on the sofa and on the ground around it. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"So," Phoebe senior, Phoebe's real mother, pulled a chair next to everyone else and sat down, "why are we all together today?" She asked.

"Well, we were going to have a, sort of, get-together." Rachel replied. "Chandler finally had vacation time so we decided 'why not get the gang together at the beach and Phoebe said she could host and then the rain…" Rachel waved her hand back and forth in front of her, "yeah, so we're pretty much stuck here."

A few minutes passed in silence until Joey felt a growing need to say something before he passed out, out of boredom. "So…are we just going to sit here or what?" Joey looked around. "How about we play…"

"How about we don't play at all." Chandler remarked. "Here, we better check the weather now or something."

"Oh, oh." Phoebe senior stood up and walked across the room to the mantle. "The radio's right here."

"You know, the radio…" Phoebe started.

"We know." Chandler shot down.

Joey bent his head his towards Phoebe's. "Don't you just hate it when they shoot you down? It hurts, man!" Joey shouted pointing to Chandler.

"Okay." Phoebe senior tuned the radio for a while until radio announcer's voice was heard.

"…and the flash flood warning is over. We are now faced with a new problem. It seems that a tornado or hurricane has started outside and it's blowing everything out of proportion. We suggest all of you inside, stay inside and those outside, obviously go in, but who would be brain-dead enough to…"

The radio turned off, all of a sudden, as did many appliances, which could be heard with a loud zap sound.

"Chandler," Joey muttered, "I'm scared."

The room seemed almost pitch black except for the gray sky visible through the window and the dim light it cast on the ground of the room.

"Do you have a basement or something?" Pete asked blindly.

"No, we don't. I'm sorry. Whole place is built on sand." Phoebe senior replied sadly.

"Well, we better get to the bathroom then." Ross said with urgency in his voice. "When you get there, try to hold onto any forms of piping or something." He stood up. "Come on."

Phoebe senior stood up and directed the others quickly to the bathroom. The bathroom seemed very small and barely fit them all.

"Yeah, I don't think a bathroom was meant for this many people to take a crap all at once." Chandler stated. The girls shot him a glare, which could not be seen in the dark.

They sat down for a while, waiting. After what seemed like hours, they stood up and yawned.

"I think it's over." Monica said quietly.

Just then, as if her words somehow jinxed it, a rumble was heard outside. They all quickly sat down and held onto each other. Out side of the house, trees could be heard swaying and hitting the house on the roof.

All of a sudden, a loud crash was heard through the roof of the house. A tree had fallen down and landed in the living room, fortunately missing the bathroom by several feet. A high pitched swirling sound could be heard outside. It felt as though they were in a vacuum. The walls slowly creaked, until all of a sudden, a shattering noise startled them. It wasn't just in the living room, but in all the rooms. Pieces of wood could be heard tearing out of the frames in the walls, breaking loudly. It seemed to go by so fast. They held close to each other. Walls collapsed around them, doors ripped out of place, flying across the room and tumbling into the fields. Roof tilings fell on top of them and several pieces of debris landed on top of them.

Was this the end?