xx Authors Note xx

Getting better? I'm still trying to think about whats going to come next, but you'll find out soon enough!

Enjoy!

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Chandler Bing was sitting alone in the now run down appartment he had once called home.

It was a miracle that he had survived. He had been in shock and had made a run for it, returning to the city but having isolated himself in the old appartment he and Monica had once lived in together.

Monica.

Monica Bing, his wife, the woman he had loved for so long, was now dead, having not survived the hurrendous crash that had taken place six months ago. So was Joey Tribbiani, Chandler's best friend, along with Ross Geller, and Phoebe Buffay, and her husband Mike Hannigan, and of course Rachel and Emma Geller.

Chandler himself hadn't gotten off easily. There was a huge scar on his chest, and many cuts and bruises. There was stubble on his chin, having not shaved for many days. He just didn't have the strength for anything. He was broken up into pieces and had no idea how he would rebuild his life without Monica, or any of his other friends for that matter.

But no, he thought to himself, Monica wouldn't have wanted it to be this way ...

He would go out now. He would free himself from this isolation.

And he knew exactly where he would go.

Chandler sank back into his chair, head in his hands. He just couldn't believe this was happening to him.

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"Oh Ross, It's ... beautiful," Phoebe breathed,

She and Ross were standing infront of Monica Bing's grave. Phoebe couldn't begin to think about how much Ross had paid for the gravestone. It was the most beautiful thing Phoebe had ever seen in her life. It was large and marble, creme coloured, with a large cross. Inscribed on it were the words:

In Loving Memory Of

Monica Geller Bing

Loving Wife Of

Chandler Muriel Bing

Loved And Never Forgotten

"How much did you pay for this?" Phoebe asked, staring at Ross incredulously.

"A thousand dollars," Ross said quietly, "I payed for all of them," Ross gestured at the other gravestones, of Rachel Geller, Emma Geller, Joey Tribbiani, and ...

"Mike!"

"Um, yeah ..."

"Oh, Ross!"

Phoebe flung herself into his arms, breaking down completely. Mike's grave was more beautiful then the rest of them, also marble, and white. Ross told her he had been spending days and nights making it up to standards.

"Wait a second, where's Chandlers?"

Phoebe had only just noticed this and stared at Ross, who hesitated.

"They didn't find Chandler's body," He said sadly, putting a hand on Phoebe's shoulder, "I don't know what happened, it just, dissapeared ..." There was a brief silence before Ross whispered to her, "Wanna get a coffee?"

"Sure," Phoebe croaked, sighing and following him. She looked around the cold, deserted cemetery. She couldn't stay here any longer.

It was then that she bumped into someone while her attention had been wandering. Phoebe gasped, surprised.

"Oh, sorry ..." The man mumbled, getting to his feet, "I didn't mean to ..."

"It's okay, I-"

But then Phoebe saw his face under the hat he was wearing. And there was no mistaking him.

"Chandler?"

"Pheebs?"

Ross and Phoebe stared. It was definately him. He looked incredibly rough but, yes, it was Chandler.

"What the- how- I thought you were-"

"Dead?" Phoebe finished his sentence for him. Chandler said nothing, but then offered the two of them a small smile.

"Oh, the hell with it - Chandler!"

Phoebe threw herself into his arms, and the three of them held eachother for a moment, happy to be alive and together.