A lighthouse; reeds waving in slo-mo; Pacey and Joey, walking through the fog on the dunes. "It's a nice thing Dawson just did for ya," Pacey says, leading the witness. It succeeds: "Why just for me?" Joey's the one who got so upset about it, Pacey points out. Joey waits a moment, then changes the subject, saying she's glad they walked; it's really nice out there, and spring is coming soon. Pacey cracks that their new "pastime is much more of an indoor sport." Joey smiles shyly, then wonders aloud if maybe they "should have done it on the boat, you know? When we were alone?" Pacey glibs that they would have "missed all the scenery." Joey asks if he misses the times when they "weren't having sex, when everything and every moment wasn't about sex." Pacey doesn't know that that time "ever really existed," and Joey guesses he's right; before they had sex, "everything was about sex, and now that we have had sex…" "Everything is still about sex," Pacey says, in an even tone that doesn't do justice to the depressing nature of that statement. Pacey looks at his feet as he says, "Do you think we're doing somethin' wrong?" Joey, without hesitation: "No. Do you?" Pacey, still watching the ground: "No. I -- but if you don't think we did anything wrong, I was just…I mean, I don't know why that you would…" He trails off. Joey gives him the furry eyeball and asks if Gretchen said something to him after she left that morning. Pacey takes a page from Joey's copy of The Big Book Of Bad-Lying Techniques and shakes his head a little too slowly, saying "no" and looking off over Joey's shoulder. "Why?" "No reason," Joey fibs in return. They step onto a wooden walkway, and Joey's wearing two-inch-heeled boots. To walk on the dunes. The hell? Joey turns to him and suggests that they walk a little longer: "We never do that anymore." Pacey takes her hand, his expression inscrutable, and they walk into the dunes together.

Oh, hello, blissful weeks of reruns.