The next morning Rachel woke up at 4am, her stomach churning, she leapt out of bed.
"Joey! Haairrrrr!" She yelled, and then remembered her room mate's absence, "Damn it, when you need your hair holding back..." She ran into the bathroom clutching her stomach and threw up delicately into the loo. As she staggered back to her bedroom she muttered to herself.
"Shoulda stuck to Joey's takeaway list."
Across the hallway Monica was already up giving her apartment another clean. As she admired her handy work she practised her hosting skills.
"Well you know, I like to keep my apartment clean, a tidy home is a happy home!" As she put the cleaning equipment away in the cupboard under the sink she noticed a can knocked over at the back. That's odd, she thought, I straightened everything up a week ago she stuck her head in the cupboard and picked the can up again, as she did so she noticed a crumpled enveloped stuffed into the corner. She pulled the crumpled mess out, straightening it as she did so. The front of the envelop read: To Monica. The handwriting was all too familiar for her liking.
Phoebe opened the fridge and rooted around for some morning sustenance.
"God, why do you eat all the food Mike? Jeez there are only two of us." Picking out half a tub of fruit salad she turned to the sofa and saw herself lying sprawled across it. She gasped.
"Am I dead? Oh my god I am, this is an out of body experience. I always thought I'd see myself making love, but well whatever this is just as good." The duplicate her began to stir on the sofa.
"Mike? Is that you? I need food!"
"Um no it's you, Phoebe!"
"Phoebe? God Mike why do you always get us mixed up? It's me, Ursula!"