Previously on Capeside, 90210, Professor Creepy leered at Joey; Chef Danny cheated on his wife with K. Lo and made Pacey feel weird about it; Dawson flaked out on his shrink. Nothing makes sense to him anymore, apparently. Well, that's what he said, anyway.

Boston, somewhere. Jen and Dawson sit on a bench and chat about his upcoming appointment with the psychiatrist. "You're not thinking about chickening out, are you?" Jen asks, sipping her latte. He's not. "I might ditch, but that's something else entirely," he says. Jen smirks, and assures him that therapy isn't so bad. Dawson wonders how just talking about crap solves "everything." Jen shakes her head and tells him that, actually, Freud "considered him himself quite lucky if he could manage to convert hysterical misery into common, everyday unhappiness." Dawson flares his nostrils. "So the goal here is unhappiness?" he asks. Jen nods. "Exactly," she says. Dawson looks less than thrilled, so Jen swiftly dismisses Freud as "dumb," what with the whole penis-envy thing and all. Dawson grins. "I love College Jen," he says. "I feel like I'm in a French movie." Jen sort of shakes her head and brings the conversation back to Dawson, telling him that therapy "isn't bad," and that the majority of people could benefit from some face time with a shrink. Dawson wonders if she didn't feel weird, talking about her issues with a total stranger. Jen shrugs and tells him that it wasn't any weirder than blabbering "to no one, over the radio." Jen has a radio show now? Where have I been? Oh, right, curled up in the fetal position in the corner, rocking back and forth and singing "I don't want to wait" over and over again under my breath. Dawson swears that he, at least, listens to her show. "You and Grams," she says. Dawson sighs and stares off into the distance. "Thank you for doing this with me," he tells her. "Any time," she replies. They smile at each other. I have to admit, these two aren't that bad with each other. I'd almost call them cute, if I didn't have a cold, dead heart fashioned from stone and steel.

Credits. Excuse me, I have to get into that corner I was talking about.

Worthington: Turning Girls Into Women. Joey's studying on her bed, while Audrey, in the doorway, rips a video camera out of some poor guy's hands. "Love you, mean it!" she shouts, and slams the door in his face. Joey looks up. "How come your film geek looks like Tom Cruise and mine looks like the kid who didn't want to go to the dance in Sixteen Candles?" Audrey asks.