At Central Perk…

"So I'm going to wind up with a second divorce! I don't want to be divorced twice."

"Well," began Monica, "maybe she thinks that the minute she left, Rachel came, or something like that."

"Funny, that's just the way she put it."

Everyone looked at Monica.

"What? You don't think that- no! Ross!"

Joey leaned over and whispered something in her ear. "Oh, fine." Monica said guiltily. "So, she came over for, like, 30 seconds this morning."

Under everyone's gazes she crumbled again. 'Okay, so, like, an hour. Or two. Okay, three."

"You had my wife over for three hours, and you just forgot to tell me! Oh, and I've been looking for her for the past 20 hours! Did she tell you where she was going?"

"Um, no?" Monica said.

"'Um, no,'? WHERE IS MY WIFE!" Ross yelled, causing the entire coffee house to stare at him.

He lowered his voice slightly. "Where is she?"

"Well, she kinda said that she's going back to London."

"What!" Ross jumped up. "And you didn't even tell me! Wow, thanks Monica, you're a great sister."

Ross leaped up and dashed out of the coffee house.

Monica stared around guiltily. "But, I promised her."

Joey shrugged. They sat around for another minute, and then they all, at the same time, jumped up and followed Ross.

At the airport…

Ross raced up to the first desk and, still gasping from running so much, asked, "When's your next flight to London?"

"I don't know." The man said matter-of-factly.

Well, check, damnit!"

"I'm the head maintenance worker." He said in a gentle voice that suggested that he was talking to a total wacko.

"Well then-oh." Ross flushed and hurried to another desk. After checking the sign carefully, he asked, "When's your next flight to London?"

"Well, sir, you can purchase one through-"She was rather rudely interrupted by Ross.

"I'm not buying a ticket!"

"Oh, well in that case, our next flight is leaving in about ten minutes. It's already boarded."

'Damn! What gate?"

"Um, 23, but sir…" Her voice trailed off as the young man raced off.

Ross dashed towards Gate 23. He approached the seats where everyone sat, and he saw the back of a woman's head, about to board last.

"Emily!" He called as he ran the last half a minute.

"Ross." She said dully.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" He asked.

"Home."

"Oh, Em, your home is my home."

"Not anymore it's not."

"Ma'am, if you would like to be on this flight, you must board now."

"Good bye, Ross." She said steadily, and she blinked a tear back.

And then, she was gone. She handed her ticket to the woman waiting and then she was gone.

"Emily!" He called, but it was no use, he knew. She wasn't going to come back.