Author's Note: Thank you all so much for the pretty reviews! Ross might be a teensy bit out of character in this chapter. Also, this chapter's kind of short. Read and review!

P.S. Happy anniversary to Mondler!

Edit: This is the chapter with the major plot change. Well, not really major, I'm just tweaking the age Ross is stuck in since 15 seems way too unrealistic. Sorry for the inconvenience.

The first thing Ross heard was a scream. It was a loud scream, more like a shriek. Must be girl. Then he heard the faint squeaking of footwear. And finally, a loud thud from the door. He opened his eyes a bit more. What's going on?, he thought.

The first thing he saw was white. White walls in all four corners. White door with a window showing flashes of white. Ross didn't know what's going on, or where could he possibly be. One thing's for sure, this was definitely not home. His head is pounding. Surely he wasn't suffering a hungover, he didn't smell like alcohol. He tried to blink, but his face hurt. Suddenly, the door opened with an even louder thud. Ross tried to cover his ears, but his hands seemed to be as heavy as hollow blocks. He bit his lip, hoping the door's thud didn't mean the entrance of a burglar. It wasn't a burglar. Instead, he found himself surrounded by an interesting crowd of people.

A doctor with a stethoscope hanging over his shoulders, and a notepad on his hand, was eyeing him skeptically. Two male nurses fiddling with some machines on Ross's side. Ross looked at where the wires lead to, and his gaze ended up in his arms. His eyes widened in shock, but the nurses seemed oblivious to his reaction. Was he sick? Did he get beat into a pulp? Shaking his head, he shifted his attention back to the rest of the crowd, which consisted of four adults with big grins plastered on their faces. Despite the smiles and sighs of relief, the whole lot of them seemed to be tired.

"Hi," Ross treaded cautiously, frustrated and confused. His voice seemed deeper. He cleared his throat.

Monica couldn't believe it. Ross is awake. Ross said hi. Ross cleared his throat! She looked around. There was definitely a lighter aura around the room.

"Hey dude," Chandler greeted, waving at him. Ross nodded in acknowledgment, since he can't lift his hands.

"Ross!" Monica squealed, running to hug her brother, but quickly broke off when she noticed Ross wince in pain. "I'm not fat anymore," Monica said defensively.

"I can see that," Ross said weakly. "Uh...it's just that my body still hurts, that's all."

Monica, Chandler, and Joey laughed, but Rachel settled on one of the chairs and remained silent. There was something off in her opinion. It might sound selfish, but Ross should've called her by now. He did chase after her from the city to JFK to Newark after all. And then she would kiss him, and then everything would be okay. But when she saw Ross shove Chandler's hand away when the latter asked for a 'lame guy handshake', Rachel knew everything is not okay.

Chandler was confused. Ross shoved his hand away. He has never done that before. And he wasn't the only one confused.

"That was not cool, Ross," Joey said. "I know it's the lame guy handshake is super lame, we do it anyway." Then he did the airquote gesture.

Ross's eyebrows furrowed. "Why would I do it? I don't even know how to do it! And by the way, you're doing airquotes wrong."

Before anyone was able to react, the doctor began to speak. "Good morning. I'm Dr. Whitman. What's your name?" He was the only one who seemed to be unfazed in the room.

"Ross Geller," Ross said, thinking about how ridiculous that question was.

"Do you know where you are?"

"I think it's a hospital, but I don't know the name. I also don't know what I'm here for. Can you enlighten me?"

"How old are you?" the doctor continued his interrogation, ignoring Ross's question.

"Twenty," Ross said in a matter-of-fact tone.

The doctor nodded, making a note on his Brillo pad. The nurses' shook their heads. Monica and Chandler's eyebrows furrowed, Joey started to count his fingers for some reason, and Rachel just stood there, not knowing how to react.

"What? I really am twenty!" Ross shouted.

"No you're not Ross," Monica said.

"Yes I am! I'm Ross Geller, I'm nineteen, I don't know what the heck that stupid handshake is all about, and I don't know any of you people! That's right, I don't know all of you! I just want to go home!"

Everybody's eyes turned to Ross, and he was confused. The doctor looked at him even more carefully, as if he was a newly discovered dinosaur bone. The two nurses stopped fiddling with the machines and stood beside the doctor. And as for the other four? All of their smiles and sighs seemed to have vanished in an instant, an a cold chill swept into the room. For a moment, everything was so silent, a needle could fall and it would've been as loud as a gong. Time seemed to stop still.

Rachel prepared for the worst, but she didn't knew it would be this worse. "I don't know any of you people!" The tone of his voice was so unwavering, not one of them thought it was a joke. She stood up and put an arm over Monica, who was white as chalk.

"Can I see you guys outside?" Dr. Whitman asked Monica and the others, ignoring Ross.

As they left the room, Rachel stared at Ross for a moment. And he caught her gaze. Time seemed to stop still.

"What are you looking at?" Ross spat out, and just like that, a single, solitary tear fell off Rachel's cheek as she closed the door.

There. I turned him to 20 because I presume that's how old he was when he was a college freshie, which will be kind of essential. Again, sorry for messing up your reading pleasure (or pain).