Inside Chandler's apartment, Ross and Rachel stood next to the window watching the snow fall.

"Ross, it's so beautiful. How can something so deadly be so pretty?"

"Well Rachel, you know the answer to that."

"Huh?"

"Well, Rachel you are a very beautiful person, but you can be deadly sometimes."

"Ross! I'm deadly? Are you serious? Do you guys have some little fear Rachel club?"

"No no! Have you ever heard of if looks could kill?"

"You, you think my looks can kill? You are just so sweet Ross!"

She leaned over and pecked Ross on the cheek, then proceeded to walk to the kitchen.

"Ow! Ow! Ross come quick!"

Since the room was so dim, Rachel accidentally bang her ankle into table.

"Hey Rach are you ok?"

"Oh yea... I'm just... Ross it really hurts!"

"Ok, ok, um I'm gonna see if I can call the hospital."

Ross picked up the phone but it was dead.

"Rach, where's your cell?"

"Owww... Ross it really hurts...it's by my purse."

He felt his way around and snatched it up. He dialed 911 and listened to it ring.

"Hello, 911 how can I help you?"

"Um, yea, my girl...friend, my friend, I think she hurt herself really badly and I need and ambulance over here."

"Ok, we'll transfer you to the hospital please hold..."

"Shit! No I can't hold! This is a damn emergency!"

"Oh my gosh Ross it hurts sooo bad!"

"Ok, you hold the phone and I'm gonna let Monica and Chandler in. I'll be right back!"

"No don't leave me!"

Ross stood up and ran to open the door. He peered outside and called Monica and Chandler's name out, but he received no reply.

"Damn it."

He walked back to Rachel and pulled the phone out of her hand.

"Sir, this is Brookdale hospital, how can we help you?"

"Brookdale? Aren't you guys all the way in Brooklyn?"

"Yes sir that is correct. Now how can we help you?"

"Yea um, my ... my...wife, hurt herself and um I think she's in real bad shape."

"Well sir, where is your exact location?"

"We live in the village, in Manhattan!"

"Sir, we won't be able to get a vehicle out to Manhattan at this time. The weather is really bad out and we can barely get to the citizens on Manhattan!"

"So what can I do?"

"Just explain to me her current situation and we will try and help you through."

The winds howled fiercely outside and the shutters on the windows banged back and forth.

"Joey this is really weird, its November and hurricane season is about to end and winter is barely even supposed to start yet!"

Phoebe got up and walked over to the window. She gazed outside and shuddered nervously.

"Hey Pheebs, it's gonna be ok. We got cable, room service and electricity! Hey! This is the life!"

"Were you not listening? They're gonna discontinue room service in about five minutes and the power's most likely gonna be knocked out."

"Way to brighten things up Pheebs."

Joey jumped onto the couch and turned the TV on. To his dismay, the power went completely off.

"No! NO! Incredibly Buxom Girls was about to come one!"

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Phoebe asked.

"Room service! We came to bring some candles!"

Phoebe opened the door, and a bellboy came in with some lighted candles.

He placed them down and quickly left the room.

"Well then, what should we do?"

"Um, Joey, you know any stories?"

"Not really..."

" Oh ok I got it! I brought my guitar!"

She pulled her guitar out and began strumming.

"There once was a eagle in Katmandu, he used to dance and sing. He had some maids and a barber too, and they all lived under his left wing. He bought a pond for- oomph!"

Joey leaned over and placed his lips on hers. Phoebe pushed her guitar and grabbed onto his face. She then pulled away quickly and gasped out, "Bed! Bed!"

They fumbled their way towards to bed and began to rip each other's clothes. They made love until 12 AM, but stopped in fear when the window abruptly burst open.