Grams's. Jack shuffles inside, defeated by the power of math. Grams is waiting for him. "Where have you been?" she asks. "The Worthington library. Turns out this stuff is even beyond the academic ability of Joey Potter," Jack grouses. No! Joey has a flaw! "Well, we have been waiting for you," Grams announces primly. "'We'?" Jack answers. He peeks into the dining room to see Ambiguously Gay Eric sitting at the table, surrounded by books.

Pacey's naked and soapy in the shower, all rubbing himself and getting all lathered up and clean for you, the viewer who loves him. Just for you! The doorbell rings. Pacey sticks his head out of the shower, a quizzical expression on his face. Shortly thereafter he answers the door, fully clothed in a nicely coordinated ensemble. It's Alex, smiling perkily. She knows it's late, but she totally wants to look over the nifty apartment! Pacey points out that it's nearly two in the morning. Alex skips into the apartment and chirps that she knows he's a night owl and he just walked her home anyway, and…her voice trails off. "What?" she asks. "Oh my God! I'm sorry!" Pacey wearily tells her that it's okay. "I misjudged this whole thing again! I'm leaving! I feel terrible," Alex squeaks. Is she really this dumb, or is it all an act? You make the call. Pacey stops her and says it's fine, she can take a look around. He offers her a drink, saying that he has OJ and water. She suggests they break open the champagne she brought him earlier. Pacey half-heartedly agrees that "a little champagne between colleagues never hurt." Pacey? In order to make that "no means no" comment you're so fond of, it helps for you to actually say no to Alex at some point. Alex purrs that Pacey is "a doll" and she has "so much respect" for him for being strong enough not to act on "this thing." Pacey's all, what thing? "This thing, this heat," Alex says. "I felt it tonight when you hugged me. I felt it when we kissed." She smiles at him. Behind them, Audrey clears her throat. "You might want to shut the door, Pacey," she snaps. "It'll keep the heat in!" So she shuts it for him. Hard. "Audrey," Pacey groans. He heads after her.