She’s on the plane, impatient for it to land. The guy next to her is looking annoyed; she’s been tapping her fingers and telling him her life story for nearly five hours. The seatbelt sign comes on; the plane’s going to land. This is what she’s wanted for about ten hours now. She can’t wait.

Off the plane, thinking about him. She can’t do anything else. She’s about to tell a guy that she loves him! It’s the greatest thing she could ever do.

Got her bags, running out of the airport, still thinking. She can’t believe she was ever so stupid as to let him go. After all, they were… no, she doesn’t believe that, not yet.

Found a taxi, tapping her fingers again as it slowly pulls out of the airport. S-l-o-w-l-y. London has a lot of traffic.

She’s got time to think now. Is it right, what she’s doing? Take it from the start. Why is she doing it? Simple – ’cos she loves him. But what if he doesn’t love her back? Would she just be hurting him, forcing him to choose between her and his new love? But – he did once say that he’d always loved her. Maybe he still does. And she still does – she only stopped it ’cos she was mad.

What would her life be like if they were still together? Maybe it would be them, getting ready to walk down the aisle. Maybe she would be so happy, quivering with excitement, so happy; she’d be getting to spend the rest of her life with the man she loves. So why should she take that away from the real bride? It’s not her fault that her new husband is the object of someone else’s affections. Maybe their marriage won’t work out in the long run, and then she can step in. Does he still think about her? Probably not. He just loves her as a friend.

Deep down, she knows it. The cab’s pulling up by the church. Flowers outside, hustle and bustle. Everyone seems so happy. She can’t stop that.

Running into the church, she sees the nervous groom. Minus his best men, but kissing his wife-to-be. Isn’t that bad luck or something? She can’t believe they’re going through with it. She hasn’t got the heart to stop it now. The happy bride pulls away and runs off. He smiles at her. And then he sees his visitor.

"My God. Rachel!" he cries. "You’re here. I can’t believe it. What happened? Why are you here?" He kisses her cheek, and she wants to cry. Maybe she can tell him after all.

She looks straight at him. "Well I just came…" The words won’t come. She tries again. "I just needed to tell you…" She can’t do it. "Congratulations, Ross." He’s so happy, he hugs her.