I must say sorry once more! This chapter is short, and this chapter is meant to have another 2000 words...but alas, it doesnt. Because i am going away for a couple of days, i was hoping to get the second to last chapter out before then. But of course, i ran out of time, so i only did half of it! So, there is now two more chapters left to go hehe...sorry! But hey, more updates eh?

I'm sorry for the shortness, but i must be off! It is really late and i have to get up early! hehebut when i come back, i expect reviews! I have adored the ones i have recieved already, so please keep it up! And once more, dont mind any mistakes! I did this quickly! So kisses, and please read and review!

I dont own Friends/characters/actors, but once more, Matt Perry is coming with me on my latest trip!...i go on alot of trips, huh?


Monica was terrified.

She had been calling Chandler's name for the past two minutes, and shaking him roughly, but he had been completely unresponsive. No, that wasn't true. He had whispered the word 'no', and then had become unresponsive. She had no idea what was going on in that head of his, but he seemed to be in a state of shock; staring straight ahead, unblinking, unseeing. He hadn't even flinched when Monica had pressed a tissue against his bleeding nose.

It had never been like this before. Chandler had screamed, Chandler had yelled. He had sobbed, he had clung, and he had hyperventilated. But he had never gone catatonic before. She was terrified.

Monica had been sitting out in the lounge room, thinking everything over. Everyone else had left. She had thought about the first time she had met Chandler; thought about when she had cut his toe off. She had thought about the moment she realised she loved him. It had been not long after her and Richard had broken up, and he had been there to comfort her. He had hugged her, and held her for hours and it had been then that Monica had realised.

It had scared her, and she had avoided the fact for a long time. She couldn't get with Chandler. She wasn't sure why, but she knew that she couldn't. For one thing, she knew that he didn't feel the same way. And for another…well, she really didn't know. She knew why these days –Rachel – but back then, she had no idea. Perhaps she subconsciously realised what was going to happen.

Monica's thought's had been interrupted by an earth shattering scream, coming from Rachel's bedroom. Monica's heart had sunk. It was his last night here, and she had hoped for a peaceful one. But apparently, that had been too much to ask. Monica had jumped to her feet and rushed into the bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest.

Chandler had been screaming unintelligible words, his back arching in pain. Monica had leapt onto the bed and grabbed his arms. Monica was, as they all said, freakishly strong, but Chandler still proved too much for her. She was thrown off almost immediately. The screaming had continued, even after Monica had pinned him down once more. She had screamed his name repeatedly, but he hadn't stopped.

And then suddenly, as quickly as it had started, Chandler went silent. His eyes had flown open with a gasp, and he had whispered his 'no'. And that had been it.

Monica was terrified. She had no idea what to do and was seconds away from rushing to get help when Chandler blinked. Such a small movement, but it was an improvement.

"Chandler?" Monica called softly, cupping his cheek with her right hand; her left still filled with the tissue. Chandler blinked again, and then moved his gaze to her face. Monica smiled. "Chandler? Are you okay sweetie?"

Chandler blinked again, his face still blank. He felt numb. He was frozen.

Rachel? He had dreamed about Rachel? No. No, it couldn't be true. No!

It is Chandler. She is going to die. I've told you countless times. I told you that you had to believe me! She is going to die! All because you failed.

"You're lying!" Chandler screamed, causing Monica to jump.

"Chandler?" she whispered.

"No, no, no, no, no," he moaned, shaking his head. Monica glanced desperately around the room, searching for something; anything.

Rachel can't die! She can't! You're lying! You are just trying to trick me!

I am not Chandler. How would I trick you? Why would I trick you?

You want me to die. You're trying to kill me! They are trying to help me, but all you want is for me to die! You're tricking me!

How would I trick you?

You created the dream! It's not real! Its not! It can't be! I won't allow it!

Chandler, it's real. Rachel is going to die. Tonight. She is going to be murdered; gruesomely murdered. Just like in your dream. She is going to be stabbed, and her fingertips are going to be severed, and her throat-

"Shut up!" Chandler shrieked, covering his ears with his shaking hands. "Get out! Get out! You're lying!"

I'm not lying Chandler. You know that. We are wasting precious time here. Time better used for saving your girlfriend. She is going to die.

No.

The dreams are real Chandler. They are real! Rachel is going to die! The dreams haven't lied to you before Chandler. Why would they lie to you now?

Chandler covered his face with his hands. He didn't want to believe. He didn't want to. But he was starting to.

"Please," he whispered. "Don't let it be real."

It's going to happen tonight. Just after 9:30. Rachel is out for a walk. I'm sure if you asked Monica, she would tell you the same thing. Rachel is out for a walk. Ask her.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" Chandler pleaded.

I'm not doing anything to you Chandler. I'm trying to warn you!

I know who you are, Chandler realised suddenly. You're this thing in my head! The evil growth! The tumour! I'm not listening to you! You can't tell me anything, you are just a growth!

I am not…please Chandler. I'm trying to help you! You have to believe me! You have to save her!

Chandler shook his head. Get out of my head.

"Out!"

"Chandler, I'm not going anywhere." Chandler faintly heard Monica whisper, but he ignored it.

I can't do that Chandler. You have to save her! Rachel is going to die! Believe me!

No, it's not true. I can't lost Rachel, I can't.

Then don't. Go save her.

"But, you're lying," Chandler murmured.

Ask Monica. Ask Monica where Rachel is. Then you will believe. You have to. Rachel is going to die if you don't. Ask Monica.

"No."

Do it!

Chandler didn't want to. If he did, it would mean that it was true. So he didn't want to.

But he did. He couldn't control it.

So he did.

"Where's Rachel?" Chandler hissed, suddenly turning his attention to Monica. She had been sitting there, watching him scream and yell at the voice in his head, and then going silent for long periods of time. She hadn't wanted to leave him. She was too scared to; too scared to leave him unattended.

"What?" she whispered, surprised that he was suddenly talking to her. Chandler grabbed her arms roughly and stared deep into her eyes.

"Where is Rachel!" he growled.

"She…she went for a walk!" Monica answered quickly, flustered. Chandler let out an agonised cry, letting go of her arms.

It was true. The dream was true. Rachel was going to die.

"No," he moaned.

"Chandler, what is it?"

"No…she can't…she can't be…I have to save her!" Chandler yelled. He quickly climbed out of bed.

"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" Monica exclaimed, grabbing his arm. She wasn't letting him go anywhere. Not in this state.

"Let me go!" Chandler cried, pulling his arm away. "I have to! She can't die!"

Monica stared at Chandler for a second. She? Who's she? She must have appeared in Chandler's dream.

"What did you dream about Chandler?" Monica asked, calmly and evenly. Chandler let out another cry, and shook his head.

"I-I can't! I can't tell you!"

"What was it?" Monica insisted, grabbing his arm once more.

"No…no, you can't know!"

"Chandler!" Monica screamed, panic and frustration taking over.

"It was Rachel!" Chandler screamed back, his eyes widening moments after his sentence ended. Monica paled, her arm dropping to her side.

"What?"

"I-I have to go…now! I have to save her!" Chandler insisted, tears pooling in his blue eyes. Monica shook her head. She wasn't letting Chandler go anywhere.

"Chandler, you can't go anywhere at the moment. You're in no condition! I'll call the police."

"No! It has to be me!" Chandler persisted.

"I am not letting you out of my sight!" Monica hissed, shaking her head once more. "I'll call the police!"

"Mon, I have to!" Chandler pleaded.

It has to be you Chandler. You have to do something. You have to get past Monica.

"No, Chandler! No!" Monica exclaimed, trying to be as firm as possible. She couldn't let him go. Not even for Rachel's sake. The police would take care of it.

She is as stubborn as Joey. You have to get past her Chandler. You have to do anything!

Chandler nodded, anger and frustration boiling over. He had to get past Monica. They were running out of time. He wasn't sure what the time was, but he knew it was getting close.

"You stay here, I'll call the police. Everything is going to be okay sweetie. It's going to be fine," Monica whispered.

Anything Chandler. Anything!

Monica was on the floor before Chandler had even realised his fist had been raised. He stared down at her unconscious face in horror.

"Oh my god…what did I do?" he whispered.

She'll forgive you Chandler. She'll understand. You have to save Rachel. You had to do it.

Chandler nodded. He had to do it. Monica would forgive him.

We have to go…now! There is not much time!

Chandler nodded again, sending once last glance at his unconscious friend before leaving the room. He had to go. Even with the evil voice in his head, he had to go.

Good Chandler. Rachel needs you.

"Leave me alone," Chandler whispered as he quickly slipped on his shoes and jacket. "I told you to leave. I don't need you."

Yes you do Chandler.

"I told you to go away!"

Just an argument! You need me! Rachel would die if it wasn't for me!

"Out! Get out!" Chandler screamed, opening the front door. He didn't need to voice. He didn't want the voice. It was a distraction. He needed to think straight. Needed to save Rachel. And he couldn't do that with the evil growth chatting away.

Fine…I will leave. But you can't do this on your own Chandler.

"Out!" Chandler screamed once more. There was nothing but silence and Chandler smiled in satisfaction. He would most likely need the voice soon, but Chandler didn't care. It was evil. It was its fault that Rachel was dying. He had caused the dream.

Chandler was sure of it.

He checked his watch as he ran down the stairs, wondering why he was still wearing it. That didn't matter though. The time was all that mattered. And there wasn't much left. He was running out of time.

Rachel needed him, and he was running out of time.

Chandler swore under his breath and quickened his pace. He wasn't going to lose her. He couldn't, wouldn't mustn't.

But he was running out of time.