Between Ross Geller and Rachel Green and Monica Geller and Chandler Bing and Joey Tribbiani and Phoebe Buffay as siblings.
The clinking of china and soft murmur of conversation filled Monica's spotless living room as the six friends congregated for their typical weekend rendezvous. Clad in her characteristic chef’s apron, Monica deftly navigated the crowd, distributing mini quiches with a proud smile. Ross lounged on the couch, leafing through a paleontology journal, only occasionally glancing up to exchange comments with Chandler who was busy recounting his latest office mishap to a semi-attentive Joey.
Phoebe strummed her guitar near the window, the gentle melody competing with the hustle and bustle, while Rachel, ever the fashionista, perused a magazine, completely absorbed in the latest trends.
Their laughter was suddenly interrupted by the thud of cardboard on the coffee table—a box adorned with a layer of dust and the musty scent of bygone days. Monica, wiping her hands on her apron, announced, "Okay, so I found this in the back of my closet. It's the last of Grandma's stuff, and I thought maybe we could go through it together?"
A collective groan rose from the group, but it was met with an imploring look from Monica that brokered no argument. They gathered closer as Monica lifted the box’s flaps, revealing a collection of vintage trinkets, old photographs, and yellowed letters. Rachel cooed over a delicate lace shawl, while Joey donned a ridiculously oversized pair of glasses, making faces that had them all chuckling.
Amidst the laughter, Ross pulled out an ornate, antique timepiece. It was a curious thing, with inscriptions that did not seem quite modern, nor entirely ancient—a metal contraption that felt both familiar and otherworldly in his hands.
"Whoa, what's that?" Joey leaned in, nearly knocking over an old vase in the process.
"Be careful, Joey!" Monica scolded instinctively, as Ross examined the timepiece more closely. It was then that the unexpected happened. The moment Ross's fingers grazed a peculiar engraving, the room filled with a blinding light. The laughter faded, the quiches fell forgotten, and time itself seemed to hold its breath. Then, just as suddenly, darkness reigned and silence echoed.
Groggy and confused, the siblings found themselves alone, surrounded by the remnants of a party that seemed to have never occurred. "Monica, what just happened?" Ross's voice trembled with an uneasy fear.
Monica, equally disoriented, shook her head. "I—I don't know, but look around—this is our apartment from years ago! Everything's... it's like we're back in time!"
The truth of her words settled in like cold air seeping through a window crack. They were indeed in the apartment they grew up in, the apartment that held memories of laughter, heartbreak, and countless Thanksgiving fiascos. With the enigmatic timepiece as their only clue, Monica and Ross stood on the threshold of their past, unaware that they were about to embark on a journey that would test the very fabric of their history—and the bonds that held their friendships together.