Props to Pamie, Sars, and to the DC contest winners to whom I finally sent prizes this week.

Previously on Dawson's Creek: Joey roomed with A.J. Moller, who was not a girl; he asked her whether he could call her sometime, and she said he could; Nikki told Dawson that it would benefit his films if he cared about one or two things other than film; Jen and Henry started talking again, and Henry jumped to the conclusion that they were a couple; Andie assistant-directed Barefoot in the Park, and Pacey starred in it; the DC writers shamelessly ripped off Election; I enjoyed my week away from Dawson's Creek.

The camera swoops in on the PB&B. Within, Pacey "Hamlette" Witter is saying, "Tomorrow night will be your night. We'll do whatever you want." In response, we hear the voice of "Little Orphan" Joey Potter saying she wants to do "something wild, insane, and crazy," and Pacey promises that they will. We finally make visual contact with our stars; Joey glances at a book, then sets it down decisively and says, "No way. Sorry. We're done." Pacey whines that they "can't stop now" because he "doesn't know this stuff at all." Joey replies, "Sorry, Master Thespian, but the whole next page consists solely of cooing, tickling, and lap-sitting -- three things definitely not in my range as an actress." You don't have to tell us that, lady; we saw Teaching Mrs. Tingle. Oh, wait. No, we totally didn't. And that was why. Pacey says that Joey will be sorry tomorrow when Pacey gets up on stage, panics, and starts ad-libbing obscenities to the crowd. (Shout-out?) Joey gives him a sidelong glance and quietly tells him that she'd planned to go on Saturday. Pacey's face crumples in on itself, but he quickly recovers and tells her that she has to go on Friday -- opening night -- because there'll be a better chance then for her to see some "amusing disaster." Good point, that. (And I'd like to add that this show aspires to be an "amusing disaster.") She says that she can't, because she has to go to "this thing" on Friday night with "a guy" who, when pressed, she admits is A. "Hole" J. Moller. Pacey squeaks, "The college guy?" and Joey rolls her eyes and looks sheepish and says that he's coming to the Cape for a party and invited her to go with him. Pacey is incredulous that Joey would deign to attend a frat party, and Joey insists that A.J. isn't that kind of college guy, and that the party has been organized around the possibility that the next night, Cape Cod residents will be able to see the aurora borealis. Pacey opines that this is a flimsy excuse A.J. has concocted in order to "separate [Joey] from the Potter pantalones." (Hey! That's what I call my landlord in my journal on Hissyfit. Shout-out?) Joey informs him that "you can't fake geomagnetic activity." Pacey says that you can if you're some "Ivy League egghead" bent on carrying out an "astronomical make-out scam." He adds that the chances of the northern lights' appearing in the sky over Capeside are about as good as his of acquitting himself with distinction in the play tomorrow night. Joey says, "Yeah, well, call me crazy, but I'll take those odds any day." Is that some kind of back-handed vote of confidence in Pacey? Whatever. I'm not so sure I want these two to hook up anymore. And what's with the new credits? It's January! Although the only images that seem to have disappeared are those of Michelle Williams's crimpy locks.