They stared in horror as a fine, barely visible orangish gas started to creep down the metal hallway. It hissed and cracked, creating a very uninviting image for itself.

"Now what do we do!" trembled Chandler as he clutched Monica.

"Hold our breath, I guess..." said Ross, worry in his voice as he stared up at the cloud.

They all took a deep breath and plugged their noses as they became enveloped in the orange mass. At first, it didn't seem like it was doing any thing. Phoebe, who had her eyes tightly clamped shut, slightly opened them to see if they were even in the cloud. Sure enough, they were, but it didn't feel like it. Their skin tingled a bit, but that was about it. She moved her arms around, and she couldn't even feel the gas as it passed by. She was just about to say something to the others, who were curled up in th fetal position on the floor, covering their heads in fear, but she collapsed.

Then, they started to get a little woozy come to think of it. They felt light headed, and soon enough, they passed out.

They awoke in some fancy hospital. They had no clue how they got there, probably Victor though.

Joey woke up and looked around the room. Then, he realized he must have been out for a while because he really had to go bad. He tried to get out of bed to take a whiz, but he collapsed on the floor. He whined when he heard an alarm going off, indicating a patient was out of bed. He tried to get up, but the room was too swirly.

Nurses came rushing in to aid him back into bed. "Now Mr. Triviani, the doctor's orders are to stay in bed until you regain all motor functions," said a nurse.

"But I have to peeeeee!" he whined.

"Well why didn't you say so?" asked the other nurse as she dug out a bedpan.

Rachel was the first to get up of the group. Doctors let her roam around to strengthen her muscles. She drug herself into the cafeteria and grabbed whatever was sitting out to eat. She plopped down miserably at a table by Reed Richards, who was clacking away at his keyboard.

"Hey, do you know what happened?" She asked him, hoping for an explanation why they passed out.

He seemed unmindful of her question as he continued to type.

"Ok," she said as she started to cut her meatloaf.

"Hey!" said a familiar voice. Rachel turned around to see Ross, dressed in silly pink hospital gowns like the others. "How long have you been up?"

"Oh, about a day or so," she said.

"Well, I just got up. I'm starved," he said as he sat by her with a plate of food. "What's wrong with him?" he asked while he pointed to Reed with his fork.

"I dunno," she said as she stuffed some carrots into her mouth.

"Well..." he said awkwardly, trying to start some more conversation. "Have any idea what that gas was?"

"No clue, but it must have been that cosmic storm. That's why we're in quarantine," she explained.

"Oh."

By the next day, everyone was up and walking. They were all at the cafeteria having breakfast while discussing what happened. They each had different ideas on what it was. Each had their own theories on what it was made of and what it could do. They argued about it until Ross said "Why don't we just ask that guy over there?" he asked as he pointed to Reed, back at his computer station. "He's a scientist and he went up there to study it in the first place."

Everyone thought and agreed with Ross. They all headed over to the man who was still clanking around on his computer. He didn't even noticed that they approached him.

"Excuse me, but could you help us?" asked Ross.

The man jolted in surprise, until he realized that they were talking to him. "Um, yes?" he asked.

"Well, we were wondering, what exactly was that cloud?" asked Ross.

Reed thought for a moment, then turned his computer around so the screen was facing them. A very realistic 3-D animation of the cloud appeared. "You see, the cloud was an assumed starting place for all organisms, mainly space dust and some forms of cosmic radiation. I went up there to analyze it, and figure out precisely what it was, and since the mission was an incomplete, we didn't get any substantial data as to what it beared. So, I don't have much of an estimation of what it is. I hope that helps," he said, then he went back to typing.

They stared there with their mouths hung open, not understanding a word he just said.

They turned around and headed back to the table, pretty disappointed. Well, they all figured out that not one of them was close. So, they cleaned up their stuff and headed back towards their rooms.

Later on that afternoon, Rachel ran towards Joey's room, her heart beating like a thousand hornets in a drum. She had just got a call from him, and he sounded really scared. He kept rambling on about seals some of the strangest stuff, and then she heard weird yelping noises. So instinctively, she took off for his room at top speed, making sure he was okay.

She rounded the corner and reached his room, to find a large walrus sitting on his bed. Without thinking, she headed right out the room and leaned against the wall, having a panic attack. "Oh my god," she whispered to herself, "a walrus ate Joey!"