Capeside. Gale and Dawson are perched on a picnic table outside, fiddling with soon-to-be-fatherless Lily. I'd make some comment about Gale's floofy summer dress in the middle of October on the East Coast, where I hear it gets fairly cool come fall, but we all know that Capeside doesn't conform to any known laws of meteorology. The baby, it must be admitted, is extremely cute. Gale gently probes Dawson -- ew, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Ahem, okay. Gale asks Dawson about the nature of his relationship with Miss Potter. He admits that they are not back together, and that she did not ask him to stay in Boston. "It makes no logical sense, I know," he says, putting his head in his hands. The hundreds of tiny bones in his hands fracture under the weight. "The past few years…" he begins, and I turn over on the sofa and take a nap while Dawson spews more stuff about goals and dreams and film school and following his heart. Apparently, now that he is following his heart, everyone thinks he's crazy. Gale makes a thoughtful face and points out that people change, especially between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two, and, whatever he does, she hopes his actions don't prevent him or Joey from growing. "And, sweetheart, I'm not dismissing this beautiful idea of soulmates, but the reality of eternal coupling? Quite frankly, it boils down to one thing. Faith." Finally, Gale asks Dawson if Joey is someone for whom he is willing to take a "very big leap of faith." Dawson huffs.

Charlie and Jen are lolling around his dorm room, trying to entertain themselves without surrendering to the temptations of the flesh. Jen asks Charlie who his favorite President is. "I don't know. Lincoln? I am from Illinois," Charlie says. Wow, people have a favorite president, like they have a favorite color? I had no idea. Charlie, bored by Jen's game of Twenty Questions, and worried that she's going to ask about his favorite Supreme Court justice next, asks if they can get back to playing gin. "No," Jen says, "not until we find something we have in common." Charlie flings his leg over the arm of his chair and reminds her that they already have something in common: sex. But Jen doesn't think sex is really a sufficient basis for a successful relationship. Charlie begs to differ. "What possible reason could there be for two intelligent, responsible people who just happen to have an overwhelming physical attraction to each other, to deny that attraction?" he asks, coming across the room to where Jen is sitting on the bed. "Why are you leaving your side of the room?" she asks. "Because," he says, and kisses her. Jen pulls away, insisting that they really, really, really need to find something they have in common. Something. Anything. At some point. Charlie agrees, and kisses her some more. She tells him that they need to leave the room eventually. He agrees, again, and gets back to the kissing. Shortly thereafter, he turns away from her and sighs in frustration. They're out of condoms. Jen, horrified, demands that he go get one. Borrow one. Find one. Buy one. Dude, they could just have unprotected sex. Oh, save your outrage, I'm kidding! Kidding! Charlie cocks a brow and grabs her wrist. "Why borrow when you can steal?" he asks, and pulls her off the bed. Jen asks him what the hell is going on. "We're taking this relationship out of the bedroom," Charlie tells her. Nothing's more romantic than stealing condoms for your lady.