While Emma was growing up, she'd made lots of wonderful friends, you being one of them. You knew her parents, Ross and Rachel, and her uncles and aunts, including Monica, Chandler, Phoebe and Joey - who weren't biologically related but so close to Ross and Rachel that they felt like pure family.

It was Emma's eighteenth birthday, and you'd been invited with a few more of her friends, Ross and Rachel inviting her grandparents and their friends over for it, too. They hung out in the kitchen, Joey included as Ross had put on a video he'd recorded on Emma's first birthday. On the screen was Joey now, and you all couldn't stop giggling.

"Hey Joe, say something for Emma's eighteenth birthday." Ross said behind the camera, Joey taking a second before speaking. "18, huh?" He said with a smirk, the camera going black and cutting to another part when Ross started recording again after scolding his friend. Joey looked so much younger in that, in his thirties and now 52 years old. You looked back at him when no one was looking, Joey already staring at you with a smile that got bigger when he noticed you looking.