Rachel gasped. "A coma? Are you kidding me? For how long?"

Molly smiled. "Two years."

Rachel screamed. "TWO YEARS! This isn't possible!"

Molly have her a watery smile, indicating how sorry she was.

Rachel took a deep breath to clam down, and wriggled upwards so her head was resting on the pillows. "How did it happen?" she whispered.

Molly sniffed and smiled. "You were cheerleading at the college game, and you were on the top of the pyramid, as always, my little girl."

Rachel smiled.

"But, something went wrong. That Becky Travis girl, she slipped, the pyramid wobbled, and you fell."

Rachel vaguely remembered a scream and a thud, before everything had gone dark.

"W-what happened next?" Rachel asked.

"Well, you hit your head quite hard, and the school called me. I rushed to the hospital, and the doctors said that your brain was, well, a vegetable. But I refused to acknowledge that, I can tell you. I stayed by your bedside until, well, today, waiting for my little girl to wake up."

Rachel was shocked. "So, how old was I?"

Molly smiled. "Only eighteen."

Rachel began to slowly understand. "So, I'm twenty-one?"

Molly shook her head. "No dear, only twenty….you haven't missed the milestone! We should get to planning your birthday, it's only seven months away!"

"I suppose….do you think Daddy'll let me borrow his limousine like for my sixteenth?"

Molly's face hardened, her eyes filling with tears again.

Rachel touched her mother's hand. "Mom, what's wrong? Where's Daddy?"

"He's dead sweetheart. He was so busy yelling at a homeless person to get a job, he didn't see the taxi coming, and stepped out straight on front of it."

Rachel started to cry. "That's just like Daddy."

Molly hugged her. "I know, darling, I know."

Rachel wiped her eyes. "Mommy, what am I going to do? I haven't got a job, or a house, or friends-"

Suddenly, Rachel remembered something, flashes of faces, apartments, and a very warm cafe...

"Central Perk."

Molly was confused. "Central what dear?"

"Central Perk!" Rachel was getting worked up. "Gunther! Bloomingdales!"

"Darling, have you had one of those long dreams? Like Marcy in Days of our lives?"

"Days of our lives? Joey! Joey, Mommy, Joey! Joey Tribbiani!"

Had everything really been a dream? Her pregnancy, her romances, Barbados, the weddings?

Molly was worried. "Honey, are you OK?"

Rachel was stricken. "No, maybe, I don't know…..Mom, I think I'm going crazy. Wait, do you remember Monica and Ross Gellar?"

Molly's face clouded for a moment, causing Rachel's heart to sink, but then cleared. "Oh, Beatrice's kids! Of course dear, but you haven't seen them since the accident, they moved to apartments in New York with a friend of Ross's, Chandler Bing? I- honey, what are you doing?"

Rachel was getting out of bed. "Mommy, do you still have my Gucci suitcases from that charity auction?"

Molly was flustered. "Yes, of course honey, but why?"

"Mommy, I'm going to New York."

Molly's little girl is going to track down her friends, but how, and why? R&R!