Sad last chapter, huh? I know, I cried myself a bit…No, not really, geez. If you hate that cliché, about to die, making a big speech kinda thing, oh crap I just gave away part of the story. Ah, whatchya going to do? Well, If you don't like it, it's got it so…yeah.

DISCLAIMER: I own the…I ran out of stuff to own!

"On the run"

Phoebe continued to dig. She would find her mother if it killed her. She lost too much of her family to give up now. Her cold sweat dripped past her eye. She had been digging for hours and her arms began to tire. Just then, as if she struck gold, a wind blew a piece of cloth into the sky near the front door, uncovering a body. Phoebe ran over to the body.

Her mother was dead.

A tear dripped down her cheek and onto the ground. She held her head down as the tears leaked onto the grass. She covered her face and gasped loudly. Her mother was in heaven now, she knew that. But it hurt. She was the only family she had left. She would visit, but it wasn't the same. A hand rest on her shoulder. She quickly turned to find Ross's red eyes looking at her.

"You can get through this." Ross whispered. Phoebe smiled.

"I know." Phoebe sighed. "She's in a better place now."

Upon seeing this, Rachel, Pete, and Joey walked to the van making sure not to disturb the two. Phoebe carefully covered her body with the cloth. Just as she pulled the cloth to her face, the body moaned.

"Phoebe." Phoebe senior muttered.

Phoebe was in shock. Ross turned around slowly, not quite believing what he had just heard.

"Mom." Phoebe gulped.

"Phoebe, listen to me. You have…to go…to the…edge…of the woods." She tried her best to pronounce her words. Phoebe continued to look in shock. "Please…go. You can take shelter there." Phoebe stood up. She bent down to pick her up, but Phoebe senior stopped her. "Please, leave me. I'm...hurt badly." Phoebe senior closed her eyes.

Phoebe began to tear again. "I'm not going to leave you."

"I'm dying." A tear dripped off her face. "The only house around is that house. If you leave now, you might be safe from the storm." A thunder clapped through the sky. A single drop fell from the sky and landed on her hand. "Go. Save yourselves."

The rain fell harder. She was dead. She was really dead. Emily and her mother. It was too much. Why them? Phoebe turned and looked at Ross. Ross placed a hand on her shoulder. He stared at her meaningfully. It was going to be okay. They walked over to the van.

Monica laid on Pete's lap. Joey, Rachel, and Chandler sat on the back. Ross jumped into the driver's seat as Phoebe jumped into the passenger's seat.

"You ready, Pheebs?"

"I'm ready."

They drove. Further and further. The long grey road ahead of them went on and on. Where were they headed? Just then, they saw a dark green forest ahead of them. The house wasn't seen anywhere. It was just the dark green forest above the yellow grass.

"Do you see it?" Chandler asked.

"No. Maybe we should get out and look." Pete suggested. They agreed. Ross stopped the car and he jumped out. As Ross walked to the other side of the van and Phoebe jumped out, he looked up at the sky. It lay there before him.

It wasn't a house, it was a hurricane.

Bigger than anything he'd ever seen. It was far in the distance, but the wind could still be felt.

"Look." Ross breathed. Chandler opened the side door of the van. He looked out and Joey, Rachel, and Pete did the same. It twirled continuously, portentously glooming over all that surrounded it. The grey sky let out more rain and they rushed back into the van. "We'll just have to guess."

It was like a movie. The van ran and pivoted around the corners. It zoomed down the road following the perimeter of the forest, avoiding fallen trees and rocks. The twister seemed to chase after them in the distance. The rain hit the wind shield, splattering into many more raindrops. Just then, as out of thin air, a tree fell onto the van. Rachel let out a scream as the wood hit the top of the van. Joey gasped as the rain silently fell.

"I guess we're walking." Chandler gasped.

They ran out of the van. If they didn't hurry they would be sucked into the giant cyclone. They sprinted down the road. Monica had gained some consciousness so she was able to run a bit on her own. The rain hit their eyes as the drops flew backwards toward the hurricane. Some twigs and branches also flew at them, hitting them in the face.

All of a sudden, another tree creaked ahead. It leaned over and threatened to fall. As Rachel continued to run, the wind pulled the tree out of its stump and left it to fall to the ground. Ross's instincts came into play. He quickly rushed over and jumped to pull her away from the falling timber. It hit the ground just as he pulled her safe out of the way. He landed on his elbows, scraping them. He winced at the pain. But it was worth it. As long as nobody else was hurt.

Rachel looked up at him as if he was an angel. He saved her. She was alive because of him. Ross smiled. The others sprinted forward and around the tree.

"Are you alright?" Joey shouted.

"We're okay, Joey." Rachel smiled.

"Come on. Let's go then." Ross got up and gained his balance. Monica rushed over to her brother.

"You alright?" Monica asked.

"I'm fine." Ross breathed.

They sprinted again. Chandler's lungs grew tired from sprinting so much. If he had a choice, he would have fell right then and there. There was no point to living; he had no girlfriend, all he did was work, and who was he kidding, he was an alcoholic. But his friends. If he would have fallen, somebody would be there to help him. Ross's brave act just proved it. He would never do anything to harm one of his friends.

A small structure was seen in the distance.

"I think that's it. That's the house." Joey yelled.

They ran faster and faster. The thought of being able to be safe and be able to lie down was unbearable. Their need for rest grew with every breath. The structure grew larger and larger, until finally they had reached their destination. They paused in front of it to look at the outside for a quick second. The large structure was red and had white x's on the doors.

"Phoebe, this is a barn." Chandler complained.

"Fine, if you don't like it, you can stay out here." She shot back.