Worthington party. Pacey broods, in a verrrrry long circular pan. Joey comes out, saying she's "been looking all over for" him, which isn't true, but whatever -- she sees his face and asks what's wrong. Pacey tells her the true nature of the offer. Joey heaves a small, sad sigh. Awkward pause. Joey studies him, thinks for a second, then grabs his arm and says, "Let's go." Aw. Nice get on Joey's part -- now why couldn't she have behaved more sensitively when they actually had a relationship? Dawson-wise, I mean; Pacey's self-esteem is his own problem. Anyway, Pacey says that he'll go on his own; he watched her with her future classmates, "gliding from conversation to conversation with complete confidence and ease this time," and after the last Worthington party they went to, he kind of hoped that she would need him "to be [her] savior again tonight," but that's not the case. As Joey stares at him with a mixture of resentment and pity, he adds, "You don't need that now, everything's different." He thinks that's a good thing, but adds that she's still the most beautiful girl in the room. Joey blanches and starts to say, "Pace " but he interrupts to tell her that she can't leave, "this is it now," it's her life and she should enjoy it. Joey, trying valiantly not to cry, kicks it promo-style: "How can I enjoy it without you?" Pacey doesn't have an answer. Joey stares at him defiantly, then repeats, "Let's go," grabs his hand, and tows him out of there.
Dawson's in an oversized armchair with Lily in the crook of his elbow. He actually looks sort of jaunty; it's hard to describe, but I guess Van Der Beek is good with babies, because he's got the remote in one hand and the baby in the other, and he's just I don't know jaunty. Oh, shut up -- it's the twenty-first episode and I've got nothing here. Gretchen knocks gently on the doorjamb, and Dawson greets her in a don't-wake-the-baby whisper, asking if she's done packing. Chit-chat about making your own boxes. Chit-chat about the sleeping baby. Dawson lowers the baby into a bassinet, and Gretchen schmoops about "Papa Dawson" and how cute blah blah. Dawson blah blah never thought he'd get that into it blah blah getting attached to Lily blah blah she's so small and perfect blah. Gretchen smiles patiently. Then Dawson starts in on how Lily's about the same age as Alexander, and he wonders if they'll grow up climbing in and out of each other's windows and becoming best friends and -- well, I couldn't hear the rest of it, because Contrivance and Foreshadowing have plunked themselves down on my kitchen floor with a case of Fresca, and the belching contest is drowning out the dialogue. In Saskatoon. But I think the gist is that, once again, Gretchen gets kind of grossed out by the Joey reference. Breeeepp! Something about Dawson's letter to his parents. Braaaaaaaaaaack! He hasn't finished it, maybe? I can't make it out, and the captions keep garbling up. Beeeeeeyaaaarrr! Gretchen something about "if that one's hard, wait till you try to write Joey's." Dawson looks at her all "the hell?" Rrrrruuuuuuuuck. She expected him to. To what? I don't know; I can't hear. Awkward pause. Gretchen should get back; she has to uurrrrrrrrrp -- "clean"? Didn't catch it. Blah. Kissing. Testicle singing about "memories." Gretchen, meaning it: "Goodbye." Dawson, thinking she means "see you later": "Bye."