"What are you doing here? You said you were going to Ross'." His friend Greg smiled and took a big gulp of his beer.

Chandler shrugged. "Yea I changed my mind." Chandler walked into the apartment and dropped his bag on the floor. He greeted some other people and sat down on the couch. He reached into his pockets and started searching for his cigarettes. "Shit. I'm out of cigarettes. Does anyone have one?"

"I just asked that." Greg laughed. "Glad ya came man. It wouldn't have been a party with out the Chan Chan man." Greg said slapping Chandler's back.

"I'm gonna go get some. I really need one right now. I'll be back.Chandler smiled and left. He walked into a store and up to the counter. "Can I have2 packs of those?" He asked pointing to some cigarettes.

"ID." The guy said taking down 2 packs.

Chandler put his hand in his pocket and searched for his wallet. "Damn. I left it at home."

The guy turned around and put the cigarettes back. "Sorry man."

"Please. I swear I'm 20. I'm a junior at NYU."

"Can't do it."

"Look you don't understand. I can't go home. My wife is at home. I don't want to see her and I really need a cigarette. Please."

"Sorry I can't do it man."

Chandler sighed and walked out. He needed a cigarette. He really needed one. When he got to his apartment he saw an ambulance sitting outside which he thought was pretty strange. Maybe the old man who lived on the 3rd floor had a heart attack. He wasn't the healthiest man in the world. He walked in and went straight to his apartment. He just wanted his license so he could get his cigarettes. He walked towards his apartment and stopped. The door was open and their were tons of people. Was Monica having a party while he was gone to make him mad?Wellif she was, it lookedlike a pretty dead party.He walked in and saw some men helping a crying Monica onto a stretcher. "What's going on?"

"Who are you?" A man asked.

"Chandler." He walked towards Monica. "Mon what's going on?" He didn't understand why people were in the apartment and Monica was on a stretcher. She couldn't be hurt. It was Monica. Monica just didn't get hurt.

She looked at him with the reddest eyes he'd ever seen. "Go away." She whispered loud enough for him to hear.

He watched as the men who helped her onto the stretcher started pushing her away. Chandler quickly followed them. "Would someone please tell me what happened?" He turned to a man next to him, but nobody seemed to be listening. It was like he was talking to himself.

After they had put Monica into the ambulance one of the men turned to Chandler. "Are you her husband?"

"Yes." He wanted answers. Was there something wrong with the baby? Why was there an ambulance. He didn't understand what was going on. Maybe Monica had a heart attack, but she was too young for that.

"Would you like to come?"

Chandler nodded and started getting into the van when Monica stopped him."No.. " Monica said shaking her head. "Please don't let him come. He's not my husband." She said lifting her head.

"Honey.." Why didn't she want him to come? He was her husband. He took her cold hand.

She yanked her hand away. "He's not my husband."

"That's rough." The driver said looking at Chandler. "Are you happy with your life now?"

"Yea." Chandler nodded. "Well I thought I was.. until I saw Monica. I forgot about how much fun I used to have with her. I mean Sarah and I don't have fun." Chandler rubbed his head and looked out the window.

"Why are you with her?"

"She's a great person. Where the hell are we?" Chandler asked noticing he was nowhere near his home.

"Well your story was a bit long so I had to keep driving. I didn't want to interrupt. I won't charge you."

"It's alright. It was nice to get it out.. I mean I could never talk to anybody about this." Chandler sighed. "I wish I could go back and undo it all. Undo all of it. Undo all that pain I caused that beautiful woman. Undo all the pain I caused for myself. I just wish I could redo it all." The taxi came to a stop and the driver turned around.

"Here we are."

"Oh. Thanks. Thanks a lot man." Chandler smiled and opened the door. He started looking for his wallet, but couldn't find it. When he looked up, he found himself outside, the taxi gone. He turned around and looked up at the building. It wasn't his building, it was his old building. There were no cars or people around. It was just him looking up at the building. It was not the place Chandler had told the driver to go. He saw a note on the door and walked over to it. He took the piece of paper off the door and looked at it closely. "Wake up." Chandler read outloud. "What? Wake up? Who the hell would put this on a door? Just my luck. " He turned around and stepped away from the door. He slipped on the watery floor and hit his head on the cold hard cement.

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