The jet had been in the air for an hour. Ross rattled the pages of the magazine in his hand. His other hand shook as he picked up the glass of wine. When the plane hit some turbulence, the wine spilled all over him.

"Sir can I help you?" the flight attendant cheerfully said as she wiped up the tray table. She took the glass away . "I apologize for the turbulence and will bring you another glass right away, no charge."

An older woman was sitting next to Ross and had missed all the excitement as the flight attendant brought another drink. Returning to her seat, the woman sat down.

"All my life I have dreamed of going to Paris." the lady gushed. "Now I am finally going." she smiled. Turning to Ross, she asked. "Is this your first trip to Paris?" she asked him.

He couldn't fight it because it was a long flight, so he said. "Yes as a matter of fact it is." Maybe he wouldn't be so nervous if he talked about it. "But the reason, I'm going is to bring back someone. Someone I should have never let go." he sighed.

Suddenly his thoughts went back to the airport when she left. He held her hand as the other passengers were boarding. He pulled her aside and simply said, "Stay, do not get on this plane. I am so in love with you." His eyes seemed to be sending a message of wishing as she looked at him with fear in hers. The biggest fear of all. The fear of them hurting each other once again.

"I can't do this now, I'm Sorry. I'm sorry." she said as she broke free from his grip, from everything she ever knew and ventured off into an uncertain future. Tears started to flow from his brown eyes as he turned to his friend and her outstretched arms.

Weakly he said, "I really thought she'd stay. Ross returned to the present and smiled at the lady.

"It sounds , young man, like you are very much in love." she sweetly said as she took Ross' hand. "I am ." he said. "I have been in love with her since I was fifteen years old, and I am now 35."

"Why did you ever let her go?" the lady asked.

"Pain, rejection, complications. It is a very long and complicated story." Ross said. The lady smiled again at him. "I'm Violet and we have a long flight. Might make you feel better." she whispered.

Ross took a sip and then cleared his throat. "Well Violet, it all started when we were back in high school." Violet leaned in as she listened intently to Ross.

Rachel held the phone in her hand, "No answer yet huh?" she said to her assistant as she tried to make another overseas call. "He is definitely with Mona, it's the middle of the night." she whined to herself. Opening her drawer, she pulled out a picture of them in happier times. When her assistant appeared, she slammed the drawer shut and put the picture away.

"I will keep trying. Maybe he's asleep." Charlotte said.

"Yeah a good question is where? Mumbled Rachel. "Yes, it is late. Maybe later." she said out loud. Rachel got up from her desk and closed the door to let out her assistant.

Her head was pounding as she folded her hands around her temples. She took a bottle of aspirin from her purse and then took a swig from the water bottle. She just had to get through this day.

Violet had fallen asleep. Ross continued to stare out the window into the dark night. Thousands of feet below him were the deep ocean and ahead lay the uncertain task of Rachel. He wondered if this was what it was like for Rachel on the flight to London many years ago.That trip changed every thing for a lot of people. It was the beginning of Monica and Chandler and it was another failed marriage for him.

It seemed like a hundred years and a million miles, but to Ross it was all worth it. As the jet inched closer to Paris, he felt that he was indeed doing the right thing.

"Attention, we are making our final approach into Orly Field. We will be landing in Paris in a few minutes. Please return your seats to the upright position and your tray tables as well. Please remain in your seats until the plane comes to a complete stop. We hope that your flight was enjoyable and your stay in Paris is a pleasant one. On behalf of your captain and crew, we say Bon Voyage."

Violet woke herself up as the plane was heading onto the runway. "Well young man, this is where I get off. Good luck with Rachel." she said as she hugged Ross. "She is truly getting a very special guy." she smiled.

"And you enjoy Paris." Ross smiled. As the plane continued down the runway, he wondered what he should do next.

Rachel came home and found Mimi on the phone. "Oh Mademoiselle Green, I am so glad you are home. Miss Emma she is sick." Rachel immediately ran to the bedroom to find Emma in her bed clutching her stuffed dinosaur.

"Mommy." she whined. "Tummy hurts.' Rachel put her hand to Emma's forehead. "Oh my God she is burning up." she said to Mimi as she placed a wet washcloth on her forehead.

"Mommy, Daddy." she cried. "I 'm scared. Me want Daddy." Emma said with tears in her eyes.

"Honey we have been all through this. Daddy lives in America and he has school and can't be with us." Rachel thought this was the easiest explanation she could give without giving all the real reasons that would be too complicated for a two year old to understand.

"Daddy." Emma insisted. "Me want Daddy." Rachel ran to the phone and began to dial the international operator. Once again, she got his answering machine. "Damn him and that blonde tramp." Ross, yes it's me, listen your daughter wants you and she is very sick so if you can hop out of bed long enough, please call me at home." Rachel slammed down the phone.

Rachel bundled her up and took Emma to the door. "Mimi, I am taking her to the hospital. I am very scared. If Dr. Geller calls again, tell him that I am at the hospital with Emma." Rachel carried her daughter out the door.

Emma looked up, "Daddy?" she said hopefully.

"Yes sweetie, I am going to find your daddy tonight if I have to call every single woman in New York." Rachel said. Coming to the hospital entrance, the cab driver pulled in and Rachel ran in with Emma wrapped in her arms.

"You have just got to help my baby." she cried. "She's burning up and she has a fever." Rachel tried to help her up , but Emma couldn't move at all. "Oh my God, now she can't move.' Emma continued to cry. "Daaady. Me want Daddy."

"Mademoiselle, I am not certain, but I think that your daughter has spinal meningitis. We are going to have to do a spinal tap to make sure before we start treatment. If it is, we must be quick because if not treated, she will die." Rachel 's mouth opened. "Oh my God." she held on to Emma as the doctor put her on a gurney. "Mommy won't leave you Emma. Mommy won't leave you." she started to cry.

"Oh Ross, I need you now." she started to let the tears flow.

Meanwhile Ross was getting off the plane and headed for baggage and to find his Rachel.