It had taken Chandler some time to find Ross. First he had had to get everyone else out of the Waltham's house, especially Rachel. It would only have been a matter of time before everyone worked out who she was, and there was enough uproar already. They had retreated to the hotel and made a very expensive call to Phoebe, each of them taking it in turns to tell her about the disaster, before belatedly asking her about herself.

Ross and Monica's parents had told them how things were with them, and during the long conversation, Chandler had nodded at Monica, in a way that he had hoped would convey the fact that he was going out to see Ross.

'Hey,' Chandler said.

'Hey,' Ross answered despondently. He was sitting in a waiting room at the hospital, and Chandler sat beside him on one of the hard plastic chairs.

'So, how is she?'

'They're operating now,' Ross said. 'Everything should be okay.' He shivered. 'I couldn't stand to see her arm like that…'

'They're going to put it back,' Chandler said, reassuringly. He had seen the arm as well, through the bathroom window. It reminded him of an injury he'd seen to a classmate at school, someone involved with something dreadful to do with stairs. That boy had had a broken leg, and Chandler had known that it was broken, because there was bone sticking right out, where it had no right to be. No bones had stuck out this time, so far as he had seen, but it had looked bad enough.

'Yes,' Ross said. Chandler waited for more, but half a minute passed and it seemed there would be no more. An elderly man with a zimmer frame made his way laboriously past them in the corridor.

'What are you going to do now?' Chandler asked. Ross shrugged.

'Well I'll see how she is when she wakes up. Talk to her, if she wants to talk to me.'

'You'll be coming back to the hotel?'

'Yeah.'

'The Walthams?' Chandler prompted.

'Her father said he wished that the only broken bones were the ones in my neck,' Ross said flatly.

'Ah. So no invitations to stay.'

'No.' An argument broke out down the corridor about someone nicking someone else's fags. The corridor seemed to amplify noise, if anything. How on earth did people get better in places like this?

'We'll have to get your stay at the hotel extended. That should be no big deal,' Chandler said. 'I mean you won't be wanting to go to Greece now. Not if Emily can't go.'

'Oh that,' Ross said, 'No.' He sighed. 'It seems a shame to waste it.' Chandler wondered for a moment whether Ross meant to go on his own, after all. That would be startlingly cold blooded of him and odd, considering he was acting so concerned right now. 'Tell Monica she can have the tickets,' Ross said. 'She knows where they are. They're in my room. She could take Rachel. Those two can have some fun anyway.'

'Right,' Chandler said, 'I'll tell her that.' There was another silence as he wondered whether Ross would say anything about Rachel, the innocent cause of this disaster. He couldn't help wondering if there was more to the 'wrong name' than a case of absent mindedness. What a time to be absent minded, with everyone watching you? But Ross volunteer no more, and Chandler forebore to ask. Ross was having a hard enough time as it was. He kept him company a little longer, but Ross didn't seem to need him there, and was lousy company anyway, so he made his excuses and left.

When he returned, he was relieved to find that Monica's parents were gone. This wasn't' only because they took up more than their fair share of room – and this was no gibe as to their weight – but because he felt self conscious about Monica. Even as he returned, hers were the first eyes he looked for.

'How's Ross?' Monica asked, when Chandler arrived. They already knew that his wrist was only sprained.

'He's waiting for Emily's operation to be over.'

'So she hasn't said anything to Ross yet?' Monica asked. Rachel looked up hopefully. She was wishing that Emily had told him that she never wanted to see him again, and that Ross would come back and they could all pretend that none of this had ever happened.

'Not yet,' Chandler said.

'Oh,' Monica said, avoiding looking at Rachel. Everyone avoided looking at Rachel, who just looked at the floor. So they were going to have to wait to find out…

'This is terrible,' Rachel exclaimed suddenly. 'I wish I'd never come. I should have stayed with Phoebe and kept her company. I'd better go home on the next plane.'

'He did say that you should go on the honeymoon,' Chandler said.

'What?' Rachel looked up in surprise.

'Honeymoon?' Monica said.

'You too,' Chandler said. 'He's got tickets for a honeymoon trip that no-one's going to take. There's no need for it to go to waste. Think about it – sun, sea.' Honeymoon suite, he added to himself, wistfully.

'We can't go on Ross's honeymoon!' Rachel exclaimed. 'It would be wrong.'

'How can it be wrong if he says you can do it?' Joey said.

'It just is,' Rachel said. 'I'm going to stick with my original plan and go home.'

'Well I,' Monica began, before catching Chandler's eye. 'I'll go by myself then.'

'I'll come to keep you company,' Joey said.

'I think Ross would say that would be wrong Joey,' Monica said, laughing. He'd say that her going with Chandler was wrong too, but what he didn't know, wouldn't hurt him. She felt almost light headed at the thought.