A/N: Whoa, ten reviews in a day? Thanks! I really didn't think I'd get that many reviews, especially since I wrote most of it at 3 in the morning (boy am I tired). Don't ask why, something about a game of Mario Party taking like two hours to finish…

I doubt any of you care, but there was a major typo in the last author's note. When I was explaining about the Mad About You episode, I started a sentence with "Though on that show, it…" and left it hanging. What I meant to say was, "Though on that show, it (the episode) happened on the couple's third anniversary, I thought it would be appropriate to turn it into a Friends Thanksgiving story." Sorry about that.

Chapter 2

"Emily?" Monica sputtered, trying in vain to wrap her mind around what had to be the strangest phone conversation she'd ever had. "Ross hasn't mentioned her in years! What the hell was that?"

Chandler couldn't stop staring at the phone, too confused to do anything else. "Yeah! And what did he mean, 'I've never even introduced you'?"

"There's only one way to settle this," Monica stated, dragging Chandler out the door and across the hall.

Struggling to maintain his balance, Chandler asked, "What are you doing?"

Monica reached apartment 19 and barged in. Or tried to, anyway. Much to her and Chandler's surprise, the door was locked. She banged on the door. "Joey? Rachel? You guys in there?"

The person who opened the door was neither of their friends. Instead, a dark haired man stared back at them, obviously annoyed at the interruption. "Monica? What are you doing? Who are Joey and Rachel?"

"What…" Monica was so thrown off she couldn't respond for a second. "Who are you? And where are my friends?"

The man raised an eyebrow. "I'm Ira. I moved in a few months ago, you made me that casserole when I first moved in…ringing any bells?"

"No. Where are Joey and Rachel?" Monica demanded, knowing that this guy was thinking she was more and more crazy.

Rolling his eyes, Ira opened the door wider so they could see into the apartment. Everything was completely different. There were no traces that her friends had ever lived there. Instead, it was decorated in a modern style with what looked like very expensive furniture. "See? Your friends aren't here."

"Oh…I guess they aren't. Um, sorry for the intrusion," Monica replied, not protesting when he closed the door without another word.

Chandler had only been able to watch the encounter in silence, shocked to the core by the unusual state of what he had come to call Joey's apartment. "Okay, that wasn't Joey."

"And apparently he's lived there for months," Monica agreed, going back into their apartment. When Chandler followed, she closed their door. "What is going on?"

Thinking, Chandler let out a deep breath. "Okay, first you call Ross, and he acts like he never sees you other than holidays, and claims he's still married to Emily. Then, some stranger is living in Joey and Rachel's apartment. There has to be a connection here."

"Wait…Ross also said…" Trailing off , Monica began to put two and two together.

Motioning for her to continue, Chandler urged, "Ross also said…"

"Oh my God, why didn't we think about this?" Monica exclaimed, grabbing her purse off the counter. She held up her driver's license.

Chandler didn't get it. "You're…finally letting me see how old you really are?"

"No, Chandler, look!" Monica ordered.

Taking the license, Chandler gaped at it. "You weigh 160?"

"I do not!" Monica answered, looking at the license again. She hadn't noticed that. "I meant the address! It's different!"

Chandler took it back. "What? Oh my God! Never mind the address! Look at the name!"

"The name?" Monica leaned over to examine it, then gasped. It read:

Monica E. Becker

"Becker…Becker…" Chandler paused, trying to place the name. "Where do we know that name from?"

Monica, however, recognized it instantly. "Oh, my God. According to this, I'm married to Pete! You remember, that millionaire I dated a long time ago?"

"But you're not married to Pete, you're…" He trailed off, finally seeing what she was getting at. "Oh God. We're not married!"

Nodding, Monica kept staring at the license. "More than that. I don't think…we've ever met. It doesn't make sense, and I don't know how it can. Let me get your license."

"Why? My last name stays the same no matter what," Chandler asked, but got out his license anyway. He froze once he noted the address. "Oh, no no no no no…"

Monica grabbed it from him. "What? Oh my God…"

"Good, you know what it means. Then I don't have to say it," Chandler groaned, massaging his temple.

Now pacing the kitchen, Monica reasoned, "Okay, let's figure this out. If we've never met, how come Ross acted like he barely recognized me? We still would be siblings."

"But you only started hanging out together because Ross came over so much when I got the apartment," Chandler reminded her.

Monica replied, "That's right. But why is he married to Emily? He met her through Rachel, and if the six of us apparently don't hang out anymore…"

"Maybe him and Emily were meant to be," Chandler deadpanned. "You know, this might be easier if I went to talk to him. It sounded like we were still close. He recognized my voice before yours."

Sighing, Monica got her coat and headed toward the door. "And I'll go to Phoebe's. The way it works out in my head, she should still be living in her grandmother's apartment. Maybe Joey and Rachel are there too."

"Monica…" Chandler began. When she stopped, he went on, "I hope this is a nightmare, because I'll be miserable not knowing you."

Smiling, Monica gave him a long kiss. "I know. Me too."

Once she left and closed the door behind her, Chandler groaned at the daunting task of getting back to reality. Why must all my Thanksgivings suck ass?

A peculiar thing was happening to Monica as she drove over to what she hoped would still be Phoebe's apartment. It seemed with every block she passed, it became harder and harder to remember why she was going over to her best friend's house in the first place.

Or where she was going. Though she knew the route to Phoebe's apartment like the back of her hand, every turn she made was the wrong one. And no matter what she told herself, she never went back to correct the mistake. It was almost as if the car was in control now, and she was supposed to just sit back and enjoy the ride.

After ten missed turns, she gave up and found herself in front of a strange apartment building. Well, it should have been strange, but for some reason there was a sense of familiarity to it. Nut sure exactly what she was doing, she grabbed her purse and got out of the car.

What are you doing here? Part of her brain was shouting. You're supposed to be at Phoebe's place so you can get back to…back to…

Monica paused in her tracks, confused. Why hadn't she remembered Chandler's name?

Still, she continued into the building. Pressing the buzzer that weirdly enough had Phoebe's name on it, she said, "Phoebe? It's me."

Phoebe's voice filtered through the speaker. "Okay, come on up."

Climbing three flights of stairs, she was in her friend's apartment several minutes later. She was almost in a bewildered daze when Phoebe let her in.

"I'm so glad you could make it over here before you went to work!" Phoebe exclaimed, gesturing for Monica to sit on the couch.

Sitting, Monica looked around the apartment. "Um, Phoebe…have you always lived here?"

"Ever since I moved out of your apartment five years ago, yeah," Phoebe replied, giving her friend a concerned glance as she sat down.

"Five years ago? But what about your grandmother's place…" Monica argued unsteadily, getting the vague sensation that this whole set up wasn't right.

Phoebe stared at her. "My grandmother? She's been dead for years…I passed on her place because I was living with you, remember? Mon, are you feeling okay? Maybe you shouldn't go to work."

"Work?" Monica wrinkled her brow, trying to remember what her job was. "But it's Thanksgiving!"

"I know! I offered you to come with me to spend it with Mike's family, but you said you'd rather earn double time at the restaurant," Phoebe reminded her.

Digesting the information, Monica stuttered, "But…Ross…"

"Is going to London with Emily again, at least, that's what you told me. You said you'd rather wait on customers than spend another miserable night with your parents," Phoebe finished for her. "Geez, Monica, I always thought you were the brains of this friendship."

Monica gazed at her for a long moment, then put a hand to her forehead. "I'm sorry Phoebe, I'm just…not myself today."