Chapter 6 - The last chapter. Sob. I feel sad!

Life was going okay for Phoebe Buffay. She had a great husbang, three brand new babies, and had just discovered her mother wasn't dead. Everything was going ok, that is, until Joey Tribbiani called her.

It was 9:30am, and she had a lot of time with her triplets to catch up on. He said something even more unexpected than evrything that had happened in the previous two days.

"Chandler's alive." It could have been enough to send her into shock, if it hadn't been for the events before preparing her system.

"What?!" Phoebe speaking woke up Mike. "Put him on the phone."

Some shuffling came through the speaker as the phone was passed from Joey to Chandler, and her face lit up when his voice warmed her ear.

"Hey, Pheobs! We need your help."

After quickly explaining what had happened and where he'd been, she listened intently as Chandler asked her to help. With Mike constantly hanging over her shoulder to hear, it was getting difficult to concentrate, so she put it onto speaker phone and picked up one of the babies - she didn't care which one - for comfort. It gurgled in her arms, and Chandler picked up on the sound.

"You've had your baby! Wow!" Phoebe could practically see his grin reaching through the phone.

"Actually..." She motioned to Mike to continue.

"Well, we didn't have one baby..." he answered, not even trying to hide his joy.

Chandler gasped. "You had twins?"

"Actually..." Phoebe giggled.

"What? Triplets? You lucky little piece of work - I'd swear but it would actually affect three little people's ears - two pregnancies and six babies!" Chandler congratulated her, then got back to the subject at hand. "Ok. I'll pass you over to Joey, 'cause I don't know where we are. He drove here in Monica's porsche."

Another lot of scuffling came through the phone, and Joey's voice was back. He repeated the directions he'd learnt, naming alot of trees that looked like animals and bar names that made him laugh. Typical Joey; he never remembers anything anyone may find normal, but they are strangely useful.

"Right." This time Mike was talking to Chandler, "What do you want us to do?"

"Call the police and tell them to be here to arrest them. Hopefully we'll have left by then, and be safely away."

"Why didn't you call them? It would have been faster than phoning us..."

Chandler groaned, "Hey, I thought that too, but it was Joey's idea, and once you were on the line I didn't want to be rude."

Phoebe laughed, "What a kind gesture! I'll be sure to keep that in mind the next time I'm being kept hostage."

Monica awoke suddenly as though she'd just had a bad dream. To be honest, she couldn't remember what it was about, but she knew it would be about Chandler. It was always about Chandler.

It was 5am and there was no chance she was going to get out of bed, especially with the state she was in. Her hair was tangled dreadfully, her mouth had saliva caked around it and her eyes were drowned in either tears or some form of goo; either way it didn't look good.

At 6am, she was raring to go. Since Chandler had died, she'd gone for a morning jog most days to ware of the looming depression, otherwise it would probably end up drowning in sorrow... literally.

Ironically, the phone call that would break the misery that forced her on the run each morning came just after she left. Ironic, that is, in a deadly way.

"Ok," Chandler stated. "We have to get out of here, so... you got a plan?"

"Firstly, we gotta get Mary-Angela in here so that she can come with us." He paused, wondering what to do.

Chandler rolled his eyes, then yelled, "Mary-Angela, can you come in here?"

Joey got impatient and pulled open the door, so that she fell through. Clearly, she'd been earwigging.

He smiled, "Hey, sis. Let me fill you in." And he did.

Mary-Angela sighed. She knew it was too good to be true. "So, how we gonna get out?"

Chandler sensed her disappointment, and put an arm around her. "We're gonna sneak, basically. If we can get out of here to the car, we should be fine!"

She nodded.

Joey peered around the door. There was nobody in the hall outside it, but he could hear somebody coming. Closing the door, he pressed his ear up to the wood.

"Aaaand... there gone." He re-opened the door, then signalled quiet and follow to the other two.

They slowly edged their way to the front door, occasionally ducking behind something to avoid being spotted. They reached the car. This was too easy.

Driving off, they found themselves cheering. They were free! They were saf...

The gate at the end of the driveway was locked. How were they gonna get through.

Chandler, who was driving, hit the brakes and screamed, "What the hell?!"

Joey turned around to check the ranch house, about a 1/4 mile back, only to see the hill-billy family running down the dirt track.

"They're coming!" He announceed, setting Mary-Anglea off in a frantic panic on the back seat.

Chandler honked the horn despeately, shouting, "How the hell are we gonna get out of here?"

Joey, under all the screaming, could barely be heard, yet he was giving the best advice. Finally, he just followed through on his plan and slammed on the accelorator.

They barged through the fence and were on there way. They were free. They were safe.

Wait for the epilouge to sum up the story. Sorry about how short this chapter was. Feel free to review and yell at me...