Malcom

Phoebe had been very sweet when she offered him the chance to stalk her instead. Malcom just didn't have it in him to stalk both her and Ursula, though. He didn't even know why he preferred Ursula so much. It got tiring trying to be in two places at once all the time, so Malcom had to let Phoebe down easy.

"I appreciate you trying to help me," he told her. They were sitting down by the subway. "But I can't do this anymore. It's too hard."

"Oh," Phoebe said, nodding her head slowly.

"I've joined a group," he said vigorously.

"What, Stalker's Anonymous?" Phoebe asked, sarcastic.

"Yea, that's the one. How did you know?" he questioned, tilting his head.

"Oh, wow," Phoebe said, biting her cheeks.

"Anyway, it's best that I wean myself off, so me not following you anymore is a good start."

"So you pick Ursula over me still?"

"She's the original target so that... Sorry, group stuff," Malcom shrugged. He patted her knee affectionately.

"So, this is it?"

"Yea, it is. Thank you for everything, Phoebe," he said, getting up to leave. He didn't wait for her response. It would only make things harder. He had to complete the 12 step program, and if he didn't, well, that's when the police got involved, and Malcom didn't want that.

Janice

She knew this was the very last time she was leaving Chandler Bing. They had had a good run, and she did love him, but he was right. She had to give her marriage to Gary another chance. After all, he'd been there after her last break up with Chandler. He'd loved her for her, and he didn't mock her, or so she believed. When she left Chandler in the coffee house, she limped down the street in her one shoe. She was a little annoyed that she lost her other shoe because they weren't cheap, but it was something Chandler would probably hang on to and help him move on from her. She had to think of it that way. She found Gary in his office.

"Hi," he said, standing up quickly.

"Hi," she smiled.

"Are you...are you calling off the divorce?" he asked quietly, not quite daring to hope. She sighed long and loud.

"I am," she answered. "But!" She held up her finger before he could talk again. "On a few conditions."

"Anything," he said, nodding. She rhymed off the things she wanted to change in their relationship, and Gary knew he could do them. He went around his desk and pulled her into a strong embrace once she was finished talking.

"I love you," he said. "And I promise we are going to make this marriage work."

"I love you too," Janice said, patting his back. She worked hard to push down the thought of Chandler Bing and would could have been. She knew him. She knew he would eventually panic and break up with her. That was the pattern. She had finally broken it, and she wasn't about to start it up again. She had Gary and their child now, and they were important to her. Chandler was a chance she lost out on, and it would always have to stay that way.

Margha

She had stopped to watch some cute boys play football, and it turned into a show of who was the better man. Margha felt disgusted after she left the park. She had thought the Chandler one was better than that, but he got all cocky and rubbed it into Joey's face that he won. Nobody "won" her, so that was the end of that. She did not hang around to see his reaction. She suddenly had a strong desire to return home where the boys at least didn't treat you as some kind of prize. As she walked, it began to fade. It really had only been a small blip in her path. She would never see those two men again.

Mary-Angela

Never in her life had she felt so humiliated. Even though Cookie had punched Chandler and knocked him out, she still didn't feel better. She really had thought they had a connection. He just proved that she didn't know men at all. She was also angry at Mary-Theresa for making a move on Chandler. She always did that to Mary-Angela. She took the boy away because she was sexier. Well, in her mind at least. Mary-Angela was not one for feeling confident around boys, and Chandler had seemed so nice. It hurt to be proven wrong again.

"Hey," Joey knocked on her door. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," she sniffed. He came in anyway, sitting on the bed beside her.

"You sure about that?"

"Uh huh."

"Does it help that Chandler has a huge shiner?" Joey asked.

"A little," she smiled half-heartedly.

"Look," Joey said, taking her hands in his. "There is gonna be the perfect guy for you out there somewhere who will remember what you look like. Chandler isn't the one. He's a mess. God help the woman he does end up with because he is terrified of anything serious. You deserve someone ten times better than him."

"Thanks, Joey," Mary-Angela said, hugging her brother tightly.

"I'm sorry I didn't stop it from happening in the first place," he said.

"It's okay. I know better than to sleep with a drunk man who just broke up with someone," she sighed. "I'll be all right. How's Cookie's hand?"

"Didn't even need ice. Honestly, even his face is lousy," Joey scoffed. "You want a guy who has a rock hard face that at least leaves a dent in the other person's hand after they punch it." Mary-Angela laughed out loud at this, making Joey smile.

"There she is," he said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Now I know you'll be all right."

"You always know what to say," she smiled.

"I'm the big brother. It's what I do," he said, getting up. "If you'll excuse me, I have to carry my friend home fireman style because he's still out cold."

Mary-Angela watched from her window as Joey loaded Chandler into the cab and drove away. Maybe in another life it could have been something, but in this life, he was just another doofus that she had spent a night with.

Julio

He didn't understand why Monica didn't get the poem, that it was about all women. She had been incredibly angry. He'd had to duck from flying salt and pepper shakers because that was all she had within reach to throw at him. Well, there was a couple of napkin holders too, but she soon stopped throwing them when she realized she had to pay for them. Julio didn't get why she was so upset. To him, it was no big deal. He knew he couldn't continue to work there, though. He knew it was only a matter of time before Monica dumped something on his head. He didn't want to find out what. In the end, she did much worse. She brought in a string quartet to sing him a song that said he was a buttmunch and was bad in bed. That was enough for him. He went in to give his resignation after Monica had gone home afterwards since he was also tired of steely eyed glares and creamers being chucked at the back of his head when he wasn't looking. He was going to focus on his writing. It was going to make him a lot of money, he believed. He didn't need Monica or anyone else to help him.

Robert

"This is a family place. Put the mouse back in the house," the blond man said. Robert didn't get what he meant until he saw where the man was looking.

"Oh God..." he trailed off, realizing. He squeezed his legs tightly together. Ross and Joey were avoiding looking at him, and Robert knew. He knew that everyone had seen it. He felt so embarrassed.

"I gotta go," he said, getting up.

"No, wait," Phoebe started.

"No, it's okay," he stopped her. "I...I think we should see other people."

"What? Why? Because you were hanging out all over the place?" she pressed.

"Ahhhh, you know what? Please don't talk to me right now," he said, moving out the door. He wasn't going to call her ever again. The embarrassment was way to huge. That, and she didn't even have the decency to tell him! She let the cafe owner tell him. He felt his face boiling as he walked home. It explained a few other of his past dates. He didn't know if he could ever show his face again after this.

Richard

Losing Monica a second time was like a gunshot to the previous, semi-healed gunshot wound he'd received the first time they broke up. He didn't know why he did this, why they decided to be friends with benefits. They knew all along it wouldn't end well, and yet, they did it anyway. Richard was now in his apartment alone, Monica having left half an hour earlier. After he fell on a bed of thorns (literally), he wasn't quite up to their last game of racquetball. Monica had decided to just leave to save them more heartache. Richard walked out to his living room and grabbed a cigar. He noticed one was missing, and he knew Monica had taken it as a memento. His phone rang then, and he half hoped it would be Monica saying that they could make this work after all, that even though they wanted different things, it could still work. It sounded crazy in his head as he headed for the phone.

"Well?" his sister asked, her tone demanding.

"Well, what?"

"How was it?"

"What?"

"The date! With my neighbor!"

"Oh. It was fine."

"She looked a little down when she got home."

"You watched her?!"

"Hard to miss. She's right next door," his sister scoffed. "So? Why did you end it so early?"

"I was tired."

"Liar. Is there someone else?" she prodded. Richard half debated on telling her, but then he changed his mind.

"No, there isn't anyone else," he answered, and he knew it was true. He rubbed his neck hard then. He'd lost Monica for good this time. There was no going back.

Ginger

"Ew, ew, ew!" she chanted as she clattered down the stairs. She could still feel Chandler's "nubbin" on her fingers, and it grossed her out. She entered the first bar she found and ordered a shot. How creepy was three nipples?! The horror! She downed her shot and looked around her. She wondered how many other guys had this problem. Ginger couldn't believe he had an issue with her fake leg when he was hiding that disgusting feature all along. She'd take a wooden anything over that any day. Hell, she'd even take another shot at Joey again than be near that...that thing. Joey. Now there was someone she hadn't had a chance to tell off for burning her leg in the fire at the cabin and then abandoning her there. What a coward!

"Another shot please," she said, gesturing. The bartender obliged. She knocked it back and shuddered one more time, trying to get rid of the mental image of the nubbin.

"Hey, babe," a man said, coming up next to her. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Do you have three nipples?" she burst out. He stared.

"Um, no?" he said as a question. His face was perplexed looking.

"Good. Then yes, you can buy me a drink," she smiled, touching his arm. He chuckled and did so. Ginger forced the whole experience with Chandler out of her mind. She doubted she would think about him again in the next 24 hours if this all went well.