Ross's Apartment

Ross sat on the couch and thought about Rachel. Should he just break up with Emily, and tell her the truth. He had to. Everybody would think he was making a big mistake by going out with her. He didn't love Emily, he wasn't sure if he still loved Rachel. He picked up the phone and started to dial Emily's number.

"Hello," Emily greeted Ross. Ross told her everything. Everything he felt for Rachel and everything that Emily did to him. After that he got hung up on. That was truly the end of Emily.

He wasn't sure if he just regretted his phone call. Even if Rachel was coming back, she would just shoot him down again. He didn't care if Rachel shot him down again. He really wanted to talk to her and Emma. He wanted them to be a family again, even if he wasn't with Rachel and even if it only lasted a weekend.

Rachel's and Jenna's Penthouse (Jenna owns the company with Rachel)

Rachel looked at the clock. She couldn't believe that it was midnight. She also couldn't believe she fell asleep on her couch watching her flat screen TV. Her plane ride to New York was tomorrow. Emma isn't crying, she must still be asleep, Rachel thought. She sat up. She noticed what was on the TV. Was it a coincidence that she was watching the discovery channel or was she watching it because it reminded her of Ross and life back in New York? I don't love him! I don't love him! She tried to convince herself that she didn't love Ross and that she left for Paris, because it would have never worked out with him anyways. It never worked! He was always jealous and paranoid about everything! As much as she tried to convince herself that Ross and New York were the wrong place to go, she knew that she felt differently. She wanted to see him so bad. She had to call him. She picked up the phone and dialed, she knew the phone number because she had tried to call him before, but never had the courage.

Phoebe's Apartment

"Phoebs, when you have this baby, where are we going to move?" Mike asked Phoebe. Phoebe was sitting at the island.

"We have to move?" Phoebe was surprised. "I don't know if I can, my grandmother lived here. I might miss her too much."

"Come on Phoebs," Mike said, "you know that this place is way too small for a baby. I mean, my piano bar has been getting really busy lately and we can afford to move, if you want to."

"Fine," Phoebe agreed. "But when we move, we should get a pet."

"What kind of pet?" Mike asked. He had a cautious look on his face.

"Maybe a mouse…no…a rat…no…wait…a giant snapping turtle…no…hang on…a PYTHON!" Phoebe said enthusiastically.

"Phoebe, I don't think it's a good idea to get a python in a house with an infant," Mike said, and cracked up.

"Fine, I'll settle for the giant snapping turtle," Phoebe said in that voice that was kind of disappointed, but not really.

"So, where are you flying tomorrow?" Mike asked, changing the subject.

"Oh, I'm flying in to New York tomorrow. Monica invited me to dinner with Joey, Ross, Chandler, and Rachel. She invited you, but you have some pianist thing to go to."

"No, I don't have a pianist thing to go to," Mike disagreed.

"Oh, right. Forget the whole thing I just told you. I have a masseuse…a…special conference to go to in New York."

"What, Phoebe, you just told me two different stories," Mike said.

"Oh, I don't know. I need a drink."

"You're pregnant."

"Oh yeah, dammit," Phoebe said.

Joey's Condo

Joey stared blankly at the chicken and the duck on his balcony. Now, every time, he looked at them, he remembered the day he bought them. He bought them for Chandler, but Chandler left them for Joey. The chicken and the duck were both full grown now. They annoyed the hell out of his neighbors. He couldn't wait for tomorrow. He missed his friends so much. What was Rachel up to these days? Joey asked himself. He felt a wet drop on his hand. For a second he thought the chicken had crapped on his hand again, but it was a drop of rain. Suddenly it started to pore. He walked up to the sliding door and tried to open it. It wouldn't open. He had locked himself out again. "Every time," Joey sighed and grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket. He dialed his neighbor's number.

"Hello," greeted Joey's neighbor. She had a strong French accent.

"Hey, Gabriella, it's Joey," Joey said.

"Oh god, zis you again."

"Yes, it's me."

"Zat do you want, zis time, Zoey?" she said. There was a brief pause. "Your zupid chicken keep me up zall night!"

"I'm sorry; I need you to come open my balcony door for me, please." Joey really needed to get in. He heard her exhale.

"Zis happens every day!" Gabriella yelled and hung up.

Joey heard a door slam and then a door open. He saw her coming into his apartment. She walked towards him and slid open the door. "Zou happy!" she yelled and ran out of his apartment. She was horrible to Joey, because they went out when he moved in and then he never called her. Now, he calls her everyday.

Rachel's and Jenna's Penthouse

As the phone rang, Rachel started regretting her call. She would be waking him up at, like 3:00am. But before she could hang up, there was his voice.

"H-h-ello," Ross said in a tired voice. He had stayed up until 1 o'clock in the morning, but now it was 3 o'clock.

"Um, hi, it's, er, Rachel," Rachel said. Before he had the chance to say anything, she said, "I know I must have woke you up and I know you weren't expecting me to call." "I'm sorry for that."

"Its fine, Rach. What's up?" Ross had tried to sound cool, but he failed. His voice came out tense instead. He was kind of convinced this was a dream.

"I…um wanted to call…uh…because I didn't want it to be too awkward when we saw each other."

"Yeah, I was thinking of calling you too, but I never got around to it," Ross lied. He was thinking of calling her but he didn't, not because he never got around to it, because he was too scared.

"Well, it's just that the last time we saw each other, things didn't uh, go very smoothly. You said all those things and…"

"Seriously Rachel, it's ok. I mean, it has been a while and when I said those things, I was out of my mind," Ross interrupted. Ross was still lying, he couldn't tell her that when he said he loved her, he meant it, but he really did.

"Oh, ok then," Rachel said calmly. "Are you sure, because if you weren't, it would be ok?"

"Look Rach, I'm really looking forward to seeing you, and Emma. It'll be great seeing you again."

"Yeah, it will. I can't wait."

"Ok, well bye."

"Bye." Rachel stood up. Is Ross over me? She asked herself. She couldn't think about this now, she had to go to bed. She checked on Emma and then went into her room, and fell asleep.