A/N: Now we get going with an outing and our first hints at what may come. Enjoy.

4: Letter 3

"Okay Introductions, I'm Chandler Bing…I have a third nipple don't make fun of that. Monica Cox is the one with the waterfall of black hair behind you.

"A Pleasure…Yes I know how it sounds, but they've laughed at if for nearly 2 generations. C O X don't forget how it sounds."

"Most guys don't…" Joey got bopped by Monica for that response. Chandler chuckled and got back to it.

"Joseph Tibianai is the star athlete of the school… and is most often seen by Rachel here…"

"It's just Joey…" I held off behind Ross as Joey looked at his complexion. "You do any sports Ross…"

"All NYC Soccer Goalie… Nothing got past these hands…" That allowed us to chuckle some more. "Let's see Rachel, right?"

Now as we stopped in our tracks waiting for my response I nervously nodded.

"Where is she…" I just wanted them to stop looking right at me.

"She…" Ross questioned us looking while we filled him in.

"Phoebe Buffay…" We all bellowed as I now took my turn to speak. "Step Granddaughter of the local bakery practitioners. She barley moved here 4 years ago. Has nod had the best childhood. "

For a Tuesday in early September the Vischer Ferry preserve did not seem that crowded. Of course, as we waited by the entrance I could see Ross continually check out his phone. That factor led my feeble body to walk over to Joey.

"Joe…"

"Yeah…"

"I don't know about Ross he seemed awfully preoccupied. I'm not sure he should be here with us."

"Rach the guy is new, he crashed a hoverboard without making it blow up first, plus he's trying to be a dino doc. Who does something that made up?"

I was all set to retort when Phoebe's yells suddenly grew louder.

"I'm Coming…I Got the goods…"

We could see her with 2 bags running full sprint. Somehow in all the years that we knew here she somehow had a weird way of running. We all knew never to bring it up, not Ross though as he quickly started laughing.

"Hey…"

Phoebe noticed and quickly dropped her bag lobbing a foam ball straight at Ross who dropped to the ground faster then a sack of corn.

"okay, now pumpkin spice donuts, blueberry bagels, apple cinnamon rolls, and pie slices are abound."

As we grabbed the goods I helped ross to his feet while handing him a donut. He smiled, and we quickly ate while somehow, I watched Phoebe and Chandler get into their usual shoving match about the pie. It was a beautiful day and somehow now my mind went back to that letter.

"This is fun…and he seems nice, why wouldn't I want to invite him."

We began the walk in and in between the running and peering up at all of natures magnificent bounty we had a fun time. The 5 of us had always been close. Ross with us just seemed like the most natural puzzle piece finally completing that puzzle. Boy that bridge pic was the highlight, even more so when Joey's turnover bounced off his nose and landed into the mouth of a turtle.

Once the walk was complete we made a Walgreens stop for picture developing. Boy for teens we managed to take a lot of them.

"Are canals that pathetic…" Ross ended up giving us the biggest laugh of the day and we knew we had the right addition to our group. But as the clock nearly showed 7:15 out time was cutting short.

"Later guys…" Monica was the first to walk off while Phoebe got a taxi back to her place. As Chandler got repeated texts from her concerning that third nipple. His ride popped up a block away and that led him to get in and go.

"Just the three of us…" Joey somehow did not feel like leaving just yet and we had a long and interesting walk up to my block. But at that point we knew we had to separate but Ross brought up a wonderful point.

"I'm 2 blocks over, my Grandmas place is near that cul-de-sac…"

We both looked and were pleasantly surprised. Joey I knew was just 3 houses down from me but the fact that we were neighbors just made this seem like an even more obvious coincidence.

"Well, Catch you guys tomorrow…." Ross started to walk off when Joey stopped him again.

"Hey…So what do we call you, I think new guy and Geller is a bit much."

"Just Ross…Only Ross…"

"Is that short for something else like Rosstopher, or Rosselo, or Tract…"

Ross covered his pie hole to get him to stop. "Joe, I'm Ross, just Ross."

"Well just Ross, well be seeing you, tomorrow right?"

He nodded and then disappeared into the dimming evening sky. We continued walking until Joey broke off and headed for his place. I got home no problem and got the usual grilling from Dad about my getting my drivers license especially with Jill and Amy getting set to move into an apartment in Queens within the month.

That night my empty frames got filled up with these new pics of the guys. Joey got the biggest frame and our group shot on the bridge came in dead center. But as I blogged my diary on my iPad suddenly I began to notice a pattern forming.

SEPTEMBER 5 2017

MOM CAN'T WORK ALEXA I HAD TO STAY AND HELP FIX IT PHOEBE AND CHANDLER ARGUED OVER HIS THIRD NIPPLE JOEY HAD CHECKERBOARD CUTS ON CHIN FROM FOOTBALL PRACTICE

The first entries were nearly identical to the letter even more so when I put in the stuff about saving Ross and him joining us at Vischer Ferry.

"Its almost like I'm copying it word for word."

Now my curiosity was peaked and I checked the bottom of Todays entry just to make sure it picked up on what I had missed.

OUTING AT VISCHER FERRY, PHOEBE CLOCKED ROSS WITH FOAM SOFTBALL.

TURTLE ATE JOEY'S DONUT WHILE MONICA NEARLY FELL IN CANAL

ROSS LIVES NEAR ME AND JOEY AND ASKS US TO CALL HIM ROSS

WE BOTH KNOW HES NOW PART OF OUR GROUP

"Okay…Now this is getting stranger." With the letter nearly going verbatim about the events, but the details about today end with a memo.

RACHEL; TODAY WAS THE START OF SOMETHING WONDERFUL

YOU'LL HAVE A LOT OF HAPPINESS AND JOY AHEAD OF YOU IN THE TIME TO COME

I'M HOPEFUL YOU CAN SENSE THAT FEELING AND NOT LET IT SLIP AWAY

THIS IS MAINLY BEING WRITTEN TO TELL YOU MY FORMER SELF NOT TO CARRY THESE REGRETS WITH YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE

Tears now begin to fill my eyes. "Why…would I be saying this?" But the end of that memo gave me the sharpest answer of all.

IN 2028, YOUR FUTURE IN 10 YEARS, ROSS GELLER IS NO LONGER WITH US

I DON'T WANT YOU TO LOSE WHAT IS IMPORTANT TO YOU

YOU'LL FIND OUT THAT WILL BECOME ROSS. PLEASE KEEP A CLOSE EYE ON HIM

My phone nearly reached into my hand at that moment, but I decided against it until I knew for sure.

"There's always tomorrow?"

A/N: Letter 4 Coming soon, as always subscribe for more.