Later on that evening, they were all having supper, which was prepared by the master chefs in the building. A big pile of steaming lobsters was brought out to them. Their mouths watered as the fine selections of food were placed before them.

Later on through the meal, Chandler spoke up. "I watched on the news earlier that car accident in New York got three people killed."

No one said anything.

"It was right outside Monica's apartment building..."

They were getting a little agitated.

"It was all because a car had-"

"Chandler, just be quiet!" growled Monica as she dropped her fork to the table. "We are not going to go back to New York and get pummeled by fans."

"I was just saying that-"

"No. Just stop," said Monica. "Things don't always have to go your way Chandler, stop being so childish and let things be!"

"Childish? Now see here! I just don't like knowing bad things are happening when we could stop it!" He argued.

"You wanna stop things? Go stop things!" yelled Monica.

"Fine!" shouted Chandler as he got up from the table.

He headed towards the door in a huff. The others wanted to stop him, but they decided that it was best for him to go cool down. He'd come back when the time was right.

He headed out the front door with his coat. He started to walk into the forest to get to town, but thought of an easier way. He charged up and then blasted off towards the sky like a jet. He leveled out right over the tree tops and kept going forwards.

"Who needs them..." he thought as he looked ahead, barely making out the New York skyline.

"I can go take care of New York all by myself..."

Then, he noticed three Von Doom choppers go whirring towards the hideout.

Back in the hideout, Rachel was in her bedroom reading a book. Right when she turned the page, the power went out. "Great," she thought, "now what?"

She got off the bed and stumbled around, calling for someone, anyone. She kept moving down the hall, pressed against the wall for guidance. "Ross? Joey? Monica? Phoebe?" she called, trying to find someone. The hall was barely illuminated by a few moonbeams coming through the windows.

Then, she pressed against something. Something warm and breathing. She looked up to make out what could have been a man in body armor. Right before she screamed, she was knocked out.

"Rache?" called Ross as he also stumbled down a hall. "God, why did the power go out?" he mumbled to himself.

He was startled when he stumbled into someone, only to realize that it was Joey. "Oh thank heavens!" whispered Joey as he clutched at Ross.

Ross was feeling fairly uncomfortable at the moment. "Joey... what are you doing?" he asked as Joey continued to hug him.

Once Joey realized what he was doing, he quickly let go. "Oh... sorry, Ross. I'm just..."

"Scared of the dark, aren't you?" smiled Ross.

"No, it's just that I don't-"

Ross started to giggled at the fact that one of his best friends, a grown man, was scared of the dark.

"Stop it!" growled Joey.

"Ok," said Ross after he calmed down. "Since I have no clue as to where we are, could you like turn into a cat or something so you could see in the dark? Then we could find the others."

"But I'll have to be naked!" cried Joey.

"Joey, in case you haven't noticed, it's dark," said Ross.

Joey grumbled, but still did what Ross told him. Ross picked up Joey's clothes and held onto his tail so he could lead him. Joey let out a hiss because he didn't like being held by his tail, but let it slide.

The two wondered through the halls, desperately trying to find Phoebe, Monica, or Rachel. Maybe even Chandler. Soon, they found Phoebe and Monica, sitting in one of the bathrooms, waiting for someone to find them.

"Hey!" said Ross as he headed into the bathroom.

"Ross!" exclaimed Monica as she hopped down off the counter to give him a hug. "Where's Joey?"

She felt something brush against her legs as it started to purr. She knelt down and could vaguely make out a cat. "Oh, Joey, don't give me a scare like that! Thought you were a mouse!"

They heard sneezing from down the hall they just came from. They all craned their necks to see who it could be.

"Rachel?" called Ross.

They then realized that it was a group of men coming down the hall, guns in hand. They all screamed as Ross slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it. The men began to pound on the door, ready to break it down.

"Hey, open the door or we'll shoot!" called a man.

"You can't come in! I'm on the pot!" called Phoebe as she flushed the toilet several times.

The guards obviously didn't care as the guys heard them cock their guns.

"Oh Chandler, where are you?" cried Monica in her head.