Dawson fiddles with a projector. Bamp chicka bamp bamp. No, not really, it's just a projector. But it does look like the hair and make-up department shot a tube of K-Y jelly out of a cannon and onto his head. So maybe one little "bamp." Gretchen comes in with a picnic basket and asks, "Hungry?" Dawson gives her a distracted "yeah," and adds that he's "kind of busy" looking for clips to add to the documentary, but Gretchen says he's got "a lot going on in [his] head right now" (no comment), and cheese and crackers might help. I like the way she thinks. Okay, not really, but cheese does cure all ills. Dawson sits at the table and hopes aloud that she only brought one kind of cracker, because he can't handle any more decisions right now. Gretchen sits down too and listens with a furrowed brow as Dawson says that he doesn't know how he got here, that he should "be on [his] senior trip right now, making decisions like 'glasses or goggles'" and who to room with. Gretchen senseis that "it's never very nice" when adulthood "encroaches on" your life. "Encroaches"? Shut up, Gretchen. More blather about philosophical levels and family members of theirs who have died and the fact that Dawson's never lost a family member he "was close to." Dawson has so little experience with death; how did Mr. Brooks know Dawson "would do what he wanted?" And now, boys and girls, it's time for the weekly heaping o' praise upon Dawson's sizable head -- Gretchen tells him he has better judgment than anyone she knows, "probably better than anybody that Brooks knew. That's why he chose you." Gretchen goes on to say that Mr. Brooks didn't see Dawson's youth and figure that he would "contribute to [Mr. Brooks's] end." Rather, "he saw how old [Dawson's] heart is, and he knew that whatever choice you made? It would be the right one." Oh my god, whatever. Dawson sighs smugly and leans down to kiss her hand. Gretchen strokes (ew chicka ew ew) Dawson's oily pate. I chuck a size nine at the TV.