Cut to the next morning. Pacey is dressed for work, but sitting in the same chair, snoring over his books. Emma stumbles out of her bedroom, rubbing her eyes, and muttering Pacey's name. No response. "Pacey!" Emma yelps, staring at the empty coffee pot on the counter. "Yes! What? I didn't do it!" Pacey says, sitting bolt upright. Emma exposits that he was up all night studying. And that he drank all the coffee. Oh, the drama! "No!" Pacey says. "Okay, yes. But there's more, and we have plenty," he speeds, leaping out of the chair and racing over to the kitchen, telling Emma that people say it's hard to stay up all night, but it's actually totally not, although the hour between 4:00 AM and 5:00 AM will really get you -- and that's true -- and blah blah non-convertible bonds, equity, stockbroker yada yada yada snore. Finally Emma just barks at him to give her the coffee, which he does. Water runs in the background. "That's not your bloody girlfriend in the shower again, is it?" Emma screams. "Nope, that's Jack," Pacey lies. Then Audrey starts singing "California Dreaming." She sounds okay. Just okay. No better than any other shower soloist, like, ever. It's certainly no better than my own rendition of "Oops, I Did It Again" this morning at approximately 8:30 AM. Of course, I was really on fire today, so that's a lot to live up to. Emma shoots Pacey a dirty look and grits that Audrey is at the apartment all the time. Pacey sputters that Emma needs to talk to Audrey about that. He races out the door. Wow, roommate relations issues! God, this is fascinating! In no way is it true that I'm only watching this show because I'm contractually obligated to do so!