'So is that it'
'No' he gestured towards the closet
'Do you want to take a break'
'lets just get it over with'
He took a deep breath and walked over to his friends closet, or what used to be his friends closet. Now it belonged to no one. And soon all the clothes inside will belong to other people.
Monica stood up and stood next to him. 'Where do you want to start?' she asked.
He silently took half the closet in his arms and dumped it in the black glad bag next to him.
Then just as quiet as before took all the shoes and started violently throwing them in the bag. Monica ran after strewn clothes all over the room due to the lack off aim. 'Done' He closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands. A sob escaped his throat and he backed into the wall behind him , sinking down to the floor with his head buried in his arms. Monica sat down next him and he jerked up turning his face away and wiping his cheeks.
Stoically he stood up 'We should take the bags now'.
'No its okay Ross is coming back later and taking them for us'. He nodded silently and turned his face towards the closet. Monica took his hand 'Its gonna get better'. He did a half nod before knitting his eyebrows in confusion. 'What is that?' he asked pointing to a floor board that was lifted up.
'What's what?' Monica asked following him to the closet as he took out a stack of files.
'Is it Kips?' she asked peering over his shoulder. 'Yea ... it's research on his family history.' 'Look' Monica said pointing to a tube. Chandler opened it up , taking out a large piece of rolled up parchment. 'Its a family tree'. He stared at it. 'Jeez , this dated back to the early 1400's ' Monica said pointing to a name whose birth date was June 5 1442.
'Yea' Chandler said distracted.
'Are you going to throw it away'
Chandler remained silent for a moment sort of pondering the question.
'No'
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It was 2:20 in the morning and chandler still was reading information about his deceased friends family. Unfortunately His friend left spaces blanked and only got to the year 1782.
Chandler rolled the parchment up and put it back in the tube.

Silently he ventured across the hall opening the door with a key the owner was unaware that he had.

Monica's door was ajar but the room was pitch black, he almost felt bad for wanting to wake her up.
'Mon' he said shaking the sleeping body, she moaned and he turned on the light next to her making her scrunch up and wince in pain.
'What!?' she asked sitting down.
'Look' he said climbing over her and sitting down next to her. He pulled down the covers and got in, settling himself in some of her unused pillows. Monica opened her mouth in protest but before she got a word out he got out the parchment and shoved it in front of her face.
'Your still looking at that?'
'Yea look his family has lived between New York and New jersey his whole entire life.'
'So?'
'So Mon we can finish it'.
'What?'
'I want to finish it'.
'Why?'
' I don't know I just feel I have to'.
'You're crazy' she said lying back down
He leaned over her 'Will you help me?'