Cue new credits! Complete with jogging. And laughing. And reading. And jumping. And the same stupid song. Also, in one shot, you can see, like, two-thirds of Michelle Williams's breasts. Which, you know, really makes it all worthwhile for me. Hey, did I mention that October is Sarcasm Awareness Month?

Joey jogs through the streets of Boston in a tee shirt and blue shorts, to which she has attached her cellular phone. The phone is tugging her shorts down, bit by bit. She's going to be half-naked by the time she's done with her run. Joey loops around what I assume is the Charles River, trots across town, and heads back to campus. She's loping through the quad when her phone rings. Joey answers it, all out of breath. Dawson. "Are you at the airport?" Joey chirps. "Not exactly, no," the Unholy One replies. "You want the good news or the bad news first?" he asks. The good news is that Dawson's got a new haircut, and it looks...better. The bad news? He's left his shirt half unbuttoned, revealing some sparse dishwater-colored chest hair. Joey makes some piteous "not again" noises, which Dawson ignores in his haste to tell her that he's landed this internship, blah, blah, blah, he can't make it that weekend. "Well, that sucks," Joey says, trying to be cheerful. Dawson admits that he was "kind of looking forward to seeing her." They banter about how they're never going to see each other ever again, and that before they know it, it'll be just "a Christmas card…when [Dawson's] wife remembers." First: Joey should be so lucky. Second: "wife"? Good luck with that, Baldy. Dawson affectionately calls Joey a drama queen, and she half-smiles and wishes him good luck, sucking down her tears of disappointment. She hangs up and looks off across the campus piteously for the fourth time in ten minutes.

Dawson, on the other hand, just exhales cheerfully and trots right up to the security guard guarding the entrance to the movie lot where his internship must be located. It looks like the Sony lot to me, but it's hard to say. Anyway, the guy working the gate is, like, the folksiest security guard ever. My roommate used to work on the Sony lot, and I occasionally would go to visit her, and this is the conversation I used to have with the guards: