Capeside. Joey's heading for work, literally taking the truck keys out of Bessie's hands, yelping that she's running late. Bessie sputters that she thought Joey was starting work the following week. Joey tosses her uniform in the truck bed and wonders gloomily why she'd want to delay the inevitable. Bessie looks at her kindly and tells her she doesn't have to work at the yacht club if she doesn't want to. "Nah," Joey says. "This way it's official. Joey Potter: back where she started from." Bessie rolls her eyes, dubbing her younger sister "a drama queen," and tells her to get going. "Did you bring in the mail?" she calls. Joey grouses that she didn't. "Can you?" Bessie asks. "No, I'm late!" Joey yells, and drives far, far away from Lonely Dawson's lonely letter in the lonely mailbox. And hey, I just remembered -- what the hell happened when she went to see her father at the five-and-dime last week? Am I the only person that remembers that? Shouldn't we get some resolution to -- oh, who am I kidding?
Cut to the many delights of the airport gift shop, where Dawson bumps smack into Grams at the sunglasses stand. "Dawson! Are you leaving us today as well?" she asks. He says he is, and she chuckles that she's "been found out," telling him that she and Clifton Smalls are taking the 6:45 to Vegas, baby, Vegas. Dawson is completely tickled by the juicy bit of information (as am I, frankly. Go Grams!). "Don't you dare tell Jennifah," Grams says. "I think these little getaways are much more fun when they're done on the sly." Dawson assures her that her secrets are safe with him. "I guess we should be going," Grams tells him. "Hugs?" They embrace, and Grams tells Dawson to have a good summer, because he "earned it." Dawson earnestly thanks her for "everything." Grams shakes her head and thanks him. "For making my granddaughter happy." Dawson tells Grams that Jen is actually around, if she wants to say goodbye. Grams shakes her head, saying that she would hate for Jen to think she was doing "the Grams thing, trying to make her change her mind." About what, Dawson wonders. "Her parents, of course," Grams tells him. Oh, Grams! You and your big mouth! Doesn't the Lord say something about keeping your own counsel?
Yachts, Yachts, Yachts. Bessie walks in and stands right next to Joey at the bar. "What's wrong?" Joey asks. Bessie tells her to "relax" and okay, this scene is boring despite the presence of Bessie, so I'm just going to cut to the chase. Bessie brought Joey her passport (and I found out that my birthday is four short days after hers. If "It" is ordained by the stars, I ought to catch it any day now!). She basically tells Joey that they don't need her scrawny whiny ass hanging around Capeside anymore, and that she ought to go live her own life for once. Joey thinks about this for a moment, and Bessie tosses the envelope from Dawson onto the bar. "What's this?" Joey asks. Bessie tells her that she has no idea. In other words: fly from the nest, little bird! Fly! Fly! No, seriously, get the hell out.