Erica was lying on her newly assembled bed and dreaming of Robbie. It was more comfortable than the sleeping bag she had slept in the night before. Their parents had just left, leaving Jack and Lucy in the living room giggling and whispering. Jack kept coughing rather fakely, so Erica knew it was her cue to leave and give them privacy. She wasn't sure where she'd go as she was currently avoiding Emma.

"I'll be out for a few hours," Erica said, walking past the two all tangled up in each other on the couch. "Don't wait up."

"You got it," Jack winked. Erica swore they were already doing it before she had the door even closed, but she chalked it up to her imagination. She stood in the hall, hesitating. The cafe downstairs seemed like the best option, so she headed there. When she arrived, she saw Ben.

"Hey cuz," he said, smiling. "Whatcha doing?"

"Giving Jack some privacy," she said, rolling her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Oh...nothing," Ben replied, waving his hand. He was waiting for Chandler, but he couldn't say that out loud. She had made it very clear they weren't to tell anyone, and after the dinner with the moms, he decided to respect her wishes for now.

"I haven't seen you in a while," Erica said, sitting down beside him with her coffee.

"I know. Work is busy," he told her. "How is...what are you doing now?"

"I'm not sure. Mom thinks we should go to university, but I don't know if I'm ready for that," Erica sighed.

"You're 20. I think you're ready. I went at 18," Ben scoffed.

"And where are you at now?"

"I work for a paper, that's what," Ben laughed.

"Okay, but are you doing what you really want?" she pressed.

"Would I like to write for my own column in the paper? Yea. Would I like to write a novel? Yea, but it's all in good time," Ben said. "For now, I do short stories for the news, and it pays the bills."

"Writing is hard," Erica said, crinkling her nose.

"So what do you want to do?" he asked her. "Since you opened the can of worms."

"I don't know. It's hard to choose," she moaned. She flopped backwards onto the couch, sighing hard.

"You don't have any passions?" he prodded.

"I like helping people," she answered.

"Okay, so look into that field. I know there's a lot of options, but at least it takes...I dunno...engineering or an architect out of the equation," he teased.

"I also like designing things," Erica mused. Ben laughed.

"You're a tough nut," he joked.

"Hey guys," Chandler said, coming up behind them. She was unsure of how to go about this. She hadn't expected Erica to be there.

"Hey...you," Ben said. "Long time no see."

"I know! How are you?" Chandler asked, playing dumb. They did the niceties for a bit before Chandler excused herself and bought an ice tea. Erica caught the glance Ben gave Chandler, and she felt suspicious, but not enough to voice it.

"Well, it was lovely seeing you," Chandler said to them both. "I have to get back to studies. Exams are coming up real fast!" She excused herself and left. Erica noticed Ben was fidgety.

"I should go too," he said suddenly. "I've got a deadline to meet for the article I'm writing."

"Okay," Erica said, watching him get up and leave. Out of a hunch, she went over to the window and saw Ben hurrying after Chandler until he caught up to her. They walked side by side until they were out of sight. Intrigued, Erica made a mental note to ask Chandler later if she was dating Ben. Erica rather liked the idea of it. She loved Chandler. Feeling a little lonely now, Erica went out to go for a walk. She thought of ways to have Robbie come over as she walked. It helped pass the time.

Monica & Chandler's House

"Ben is dating Chandler?" Monica asked, surprised. "Phoebe's niece is dating my nephew?"

"I know! It was a surprise to me too, but I'm sworn to secrecy," Ross said, chewing on his food. Rachel was with him too. They were having their weekly dinner together. Phoebe and Mike used to join them, but they were in Italy currently. Joey had a date or else he'd have been there too.

"Why secrecy?" Monica asked.

"Because Chandler is afraid of commitment," Ross answered. Monica glanced over at her Chandler.

"Oh come on. She's not even my kid," Chandler said, making a face.

"Maybe it comes with the name," Rachel teased. Her eyes twinkled with laughter as Chandler shot daggers at her.

"Carol said she told them her name was Chan Delier," Ross laughed.

"Chan Delier?" Chandler asked. "Really? Damn it. How come I never thought of that?"

"You're losing it," Rachel laughed.

"That's enough out of you," Chandler growled at her.

"So what do you think of it?" Monica asked Ross, ignoring her husband.

"I think it's great. They seem to be getting along well. Chandler is smart. She's going into psychology and counselling."

"Oh, so you have to be smart to date your son?" Chandler asked.

"That's not what I meant," Ross replied. "I just meant it's good he found someone he can mentally spar off with."

"Honey?" Rachel cut in. "Not helping your case."

"Well...whatever," Ross gave up. "I'm sure you guys know what I mean."

"We do," Monica said before Chandler could reply.

"So has anyone heard from Phoebe at all?" Rachel asked. "It's been a while."

"Just the postcard three weeks ago that they were in Italy," Monica replied.

"I'm sure they're just having a really good time," Ross said. Chandler nodded in agreement. "No use in worrying."

"I'm so happy they did this," Rachel said. "Phoebe loves to travel and has such a free spirit. You only live once."

"Agreed," Monica smiled. They finished supper and sat around talking for the rest of the evening.

"The kids all moved in?" Ross asked Monica, referring to the twins.

"Yup. It was so weird being there again," she replied.

"I bet. Must have brought back old memories," Ross laughed. Monica and Chandler met each other's gaze, thinking about the sock bunny in their bedroom.

"I can't wait to visit," Rachel said. "I miss the place."

"How is Emma liking living with Joey?" Chandler asked them. Ross and Rachel shared a look.

"It's going okay," Rachel said. "She needs to get a job so she can support herself and find her own place. I know Joey can be...challenging to live with at times."

"The revolving door of women," Chandler joked.

"Yea. She's not enjoying that part," Ross said.

"She had an interview the other day, right?" Monica asked.

"She did. We'll see what happens," Rachel said. Her boss hadn't said much about the interview to her, but she had a feeling he wasn't too thrilled with Emma. The rest of the evening went fast like it always did. It seemed like yesterday that time stood still and they would hang out for hours without a care in the world. They were all feeling it. They knew that one day, time was going to stop altogether, and they wanted as many memories as they could before that happened.

Frank & Leslie

Leslie was surfing the internet for a job when a hideous face appeared in front of her, making her scream and leap out of her chair. She had climbed up onto the couch in terror when Frank's face popped out from behind the thing he was holding. Leslie didn't even know what to call it. It looked like a painting, but there was a woman trying to climb out of it with the scariest expression on her face.

"FRANK!" Leslie screeched. Frank was laughing very hard at her by now. "I hate you! What the hell is that?"

"I have no idea," Frank said, looking around the frame to see it better. "I found it in Aunt Phoebe's closet. It says Gladys on the back. Maybe she made it?"

"I don't think Aunt Phoebe is capable of making hideous pieces of art like that," Leslie argued. She came down from the couch gingerly.

"It's definitely creative," Frank nodded.

"Put it away," Leslie ordered. "It's freaking me out."

"I'll put in in Chandler's room," Frank snickered. "Maybe she'll be just as freaked."

"Don't you dare! We share that room!" Leslie called after him. She shuddered, trying to get the image out of her brain. She went back to surfing.

"Any luck?" Frank asked, coming back out empty handed.

"If you put that in my room," Leslie said. "I will shove it up your ass."

"So harsh," Frank said, faking terror. "Relax, I put it back where I found it."

"Good. And no, I'm not having any luck," she sighed.

"You're an aspiring chef," Frank said. "How can there be no jobs?"

"If there are, I can't find them," Leslie groaned.

"Maybe ask Aunt Monica?" Frank suggested. It had been established years ago that their aunt's friends were considered to be their other "aunts" and "uncles." It made things easier.

"I don't know," Leslie said. "What if I'm not good enough?"

"You're learning," Frank said kindly. "She won't be that hard on you."

"I suppose I could try," Leslie mused. The door opened and slammed just then. Chandler came storming in.

"Hello to you too," Frank said. Chandler grunted in return. She was angry at Ben for a reason she wasn't entirely sure of. He mentioned he thought his father knew about their relationship through Carol, which Chandler blamed Ben for.

"Are you okay?" Leslie asked, sensing her sister wasn't.

"Leave me alone," Chandler snapped. Frank and Leslie shared a look with each other when the bedroom door slammed.

"Guess I'm out here tonight," Leslie sighed. She hated sleeping on the couch, but she hated trying to sleep while Chandler tossed and turned all night above her in her bunk.

"She'll cool off," Frank said. "She always does." He was curious as to why Chandler was so upset, but he knew better than to ask. He liked his face too much to have it ripped off in her fury.

Emma

Emma was exiting her apartment when she saw Robbie in the hallway looking unsure about something.

"Oh, hey," she said to him. "What are you doing?"

"I was gonna knock, but I think something is going on in there," Robbie said, gesturing to Erica and Jack's door.

"Probably Jack and his girlfriend," Emma smirked. "I'm heading to the Perk. Wanna come?"

"Sure. Maybe Erica's there," Robbie agreed. Emma felt a twist inside of her at the mention of Erica's name. She liked Robbie. Why couldn't he see that?

"She might be. I dunno," Emma said dismissively. They walked down together.

"So how's it like living with Joey?" Robbie asked. "I've heard some interesting stories."

"He's out a lot, and when he's home, he watches Baywatch and drinks beer," Emma said, crinkling her nose. "He's not very interesting."

"I bet he is," Robbie disagreed. Emma had no reply to this. They had arrived at the cafe, but Erica wasn't in sight. Robbie bought her latte and they sat down together. Emma noticed he kept looking at the door.

"So, what else to you do besides landlording?" Emma asked. She winced inside. Landlording?

"It takes up a lot of my time," Robbie answered. "I don't get much free time."

"That's too bad," Emma said. "I have loads of free time right now."

"Lucky you," Robbie smiled. Their conversation trailed off, leaving Emma thinking desperately of how to keep it going.

"I'm trying to get a job in fashion," she offered.

"Cool," Robbie said. This left Emma furious at herself. Was she really this boring?

"So-" she tried before his phone rang.

"Sorry," he said. "I have to take this." He stood up and answered his phone, walking way. Emma wracked her brain of what else to say. She needed to capture his attention somehow.

"Hey, Emma," Robbie said, coming back. "I'm sorry, but I gotta get back to work. There's a burst pipe that needs fixing." He waved as he left. Emma sat there imagining Robbie shirtless when Erica entered.

"Oh," Erica said. "What are you doing here?"

"It's a free country," Emma snarked. "I'm bored. What are you doing here?"

"I was just...nothing," Erica said. She didn't want to admit that she was looking for Robbie. She didn't want Emma to know.

"Well, I have things to do now," Emma said, getting up to leave.

"Yea, me too," Erica said. They parted ways at the door. Erica headed back to her apartment, hoping that Jack was finally decent. She knocked loudly before entering, and no one responded, but Jack's door was closed. Erica sighed as she picked up the tossed couch pillows and blanket. She grabbed her novel and flopped onto her bed to read. She wished she had gotten to see Robbie just once today. She almost had the nerve to ask him out.

Phoebe

"Isn't Venice just the best?" Phoebe asked Mike. He didn't reply, but that was all right. She was by his side on their bed staring at the ceiling.

"We should have done this a long time ago. What do you want to do now?" she asked after a bit. Mike still didn't respond. Phoebe propped herself up onto her elbow, looking at him.

"Mike?" she asked, nudging him. Nothing. "Mike?! MIKE!" Panicked now, she shook him, but he wouldn't wake. She couldn't see his chest moving. She couldn't find his pulse.

"MIIIIIIKE!" she screamed.

Chandler

Chandler sat bolt upright gasping for air. She held her head in her hands. She had dreamed about her aunt in Venice. She had dreamed her uncle Mike was dead. She shook her head very hard. It was just a dream. It had been said before that out of all the triplets, Chandler had the strongest connection with her aunt. This was just a dream, though. She was certain of it. She slipped out of her bed and down the ladder without a sound. She got herself a glass of water and sat at the table thinking. No one had really heard from her Aunt Phoebe lately. She dismissed this thought immediately. Everything was fine. Nobody was dead. She was being an idiot. Chandler went back to bed without another thought. Tomorrow was her first exam; she needed to be on the top of her game.