Since the guys couldn't get home without being screamed at by fans, the cops offered them a ride to the station so they could talk about this. They were hesitant at first, they didn't like the idea of being taken to the police department. But then they realized that they couldn't just leave the city of New York hanging without an explanation, so they agreed to go and answer some questions.
The girls rode in the back of one car, and the guys rode in back of the other. They watched as the crowd of people followed the police cars, but eventually died away as the traffic became thicker. Chandler was sitting there, grinning ear to ear.
"I can't believe this!" he smiled. "I can't believe they like us!"
"Sure beats getting fish heads thrown at you," said Joey as they crossed over a bridge.
"It's just," started Chandler, "I felt such a rush when I was being a hero back there... we should do that more often!"
"Oh no," said Ross, "Looks like Chandler's getting addicted to heroism."
"First, they save a couple lives," said Joey.
"And then they like it so much, they do it as much as possible," continued Ross.
"Until their body depends on it. Then, they spend the rest of their lives in rehab, trying to get back on the right foot," said Joey.
"You guys are morons, you know that?" laughed Chandler as they pulled into the police station.
They all stepped out of the cars and onto the moist cement sidewalk. They walked through a light drizzle as the police guided them into the building. They looked around and saw people waiting in chairs, secretaries clacking away behind the counters, and messengers frantically running errands back and forth.
They were shown to a room in the back were a tall, bald man in suspenders was waiting, shoving his cigarette into the ashtray.
"They're here to see you Donny," said the police officer as he left the room, closing the door behind him.
They all sat uncomfortably in the fold-up chairs that were set up for their arrival. The man didn't look very inviting as he started to smoke the cigarette again.
"So, my boys tell me you guys have special powers or something, right?" he asked, looking at them with one eyebrow raised.
"Yes, um, yes we do..." said Ross, his voice slightly trembling.
"Prove it," challenged the man.
They all looked at each other, wondering who should show him. Chandler finally cupped his hands together and made a small, electrical ball appear in them. It floated towards and around the guys head, which was now turning slightly pale.
In the blink of an eye, the little ball disappeared as little glimmers of light drifted down.
"Huh," said the man, puffing on his cigarette even harder now, "never seen that before. So, uh, you always been like this?"
"Well, no, we went to space and had a little accident," said Ross.
"Listen, my three year old grandson has accidents all the time and he isn't a super hero. You gotta be specific, what happened?"
So, they sat there for a solid fifteen minutes explaining to the guy what had happened. He was absorbing every word, seeming to believe it. Once the explanation was over, he said "So, do you guys plan on saving the city all the time? Y'know, you could be like New York's own super heros."
"Well, we're still thinking on that. That's a pretty dangerous thing to be doing," said Ross, considering what could happen.
"Yes, but being a fireman is a pretty dangerous thing too, and people still do it. Do you know why they do it? Because they save lives Ross, lives!" explained Rachel as she looked at him with begging eyes.
"She's right you know," said Chandler down on the other end, trying to get in his two cents worth.
"Well... all right," said Ross giving in.
"Well, you guys need a flashy name or somethin', y'know, like, "The Fantastic Six!" said the man, moving his hands through the air as if imitating a newspaper headline.
No sooner then after he said that, Reed, Sue, Johnny, and Ben came bursting into the room. They were surprised by this, but they were even more surprised at Ben's appearance. He had become some strange, orange, rocky mass.
Chandler was about to open his mouth and say something about it, but Ben gave him a look that clearly said 'shut-up.'
"We need to talk," said Reed as he looked at the people in the room.