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Rachel stood in the doorway of her room in Monica's apartment, hardly believing her ears at what she'd just heard. Had Ross just said that him and Emily were getting married?

"We know it's a little quick, but Emily and I really feel like it's the right thing for us," Ross was saying to Monica, Chandler, Phoebe, and Joey, all gathered on the couch. He smiled at Emily, standing beside him holding his hand. Then he turned around and saw Rachel, still standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable.

"Rach…did you hear the news?" Ross said. "Emily and I are getting--"

"Married. I heard," Rachel interrupted. She strode out of her room and across the apartment, as everyone stared. She grabbed her coat off the hook, and without a word, went out of the apartment.

"Congratulations!" Chandler said standing up to hug the couple. "Yeah congratulations!" Everybody else said as they followed suit in for a group hug. Ross then went over to Monica. "Is Rachel okay with all this?" Ross whispered to his sister.

"She'll be fine she's just got to let it all sink in," Monica replied.

"Yeah I guess," he said doubtfully.

Rachel then was wondering outside alone in the freezing cold rainstorm in tears.

"Why of all people did he have to propose to Emily so early?" she screamed out. "They only went out for six weeks and he pops the question to her. When Ross and I were together we didn't even have the talk about where our relationship was going! I can't take this anymore, I've got to get a drink."

Ross and Emily had just got back to his apartment from his sisters and they just decided to bask in their joy as a betrothed couple.

"I cant believe how beautiful this ring is." Emily exclaimed as she stared down at the three carat morquise cut ring.

"That ring has been in my family for generations, and every bride that wore it has had a long and happy marriage," Ross said to her.

"Is that so?" Emily said as she came up to him and gave him a warm, longing kiss.

That evening Phoebe entered Monica's apartment complete in her pjs.

"Mon, Rach I'm here!" she called.

Monica came out from her bedroom. "Rachel hasn't been here since Ross announced his engagement to Emily," she said with a voice full of worry.

Phoebe could see that her friend was full of distress by now. "She'll be back for our sleepover though." Phoebe said hopefully.

"Sure it's Rachel." Monica said quietly. The two girls gave each other a reassuring hug, praying for the best.

"Is that all you want miss?" a bartender said.

"Nah, just give me anther drink." Rachel said.

"Ya know a pretty lady like you shouldn't be at a bar," said the bartender.

"Well, my heart was just stumped on by my friend," Rachel said with a sigh.

Two hours and many drinks later, Rachel stumbled out of the bar and into the dark, empty streets. There was barely anyone walking around due to the late hour and the rainstorm. Just then Rachel heard her cellphone ringing. She fumbled around in her coat pocket for it but couldn't find it. Finally she located the phone in her purse.

"H-hello?" she stuttered into the phone.

"Rach? It's Monica, where are you?" said the worried voice on the other end of the phone.

Rachel tried hard to compose her thoughts, but she was having trouble remembering things. Where was she? She didn't even remember. All she could remember was that she was angry, very angry, about Ross' engagement to Emily. She also vaguely knew that she had had too much to drink.

"Rachel?" Monica said again. "Are you all right?"

"I- I'm fine," Rachel managed to say.

"Are you sure, Rach, you sound awful," Monica said.

"Yeah I'm--" All of a sudden a man ran out of an alleyway and jumped on top of Rachel. On the other end of the phone all Monica could hear was screaming.

"Oh my god, Rachel, what's happening, are you okay, what's going on?" Monica cried into the phone in a panic. Rachel didn't reply, and all Monica could hear were muffled sounds of screaming and yelling, before the phone went dead.

"Rachel? Rachel?" Monica yelled into the phone. Standing next to her in the kitchen, Phoebe looked terrified.

"Monica, what's wrong with Rachel? What's going on?" she cried.

"Something's really wrong," Monica said as she turned off the phone. "I was trying to talk to Rachel, who sounded like she was drunk, and then all I heard was her screaming, before the phone went dead." Monica sank into a kitchen chair, tears running down her face.

"It's ok, it's all going to be okay," Phoebe said, trying to stay calm for Monica's sake, although she herself was panicking. She reached for the phone and dialled 911.