Upstairs, Joey checks on Gale, who's sitting in a window seat and looking glum. She can't believe the Flash is really gone, Gale says. She keeps expecting to hear his car in the driveway or his key in the lock. "How's the party?" she asks. Joey sits next to her and cracks, softly, that "the paté is all the rage." Gale looks at her, her eyes rimmed in red. She really looks like crap; props to the make-up people. "And how's our boy?" she asks. Joey says that Dawson is being really, really strong. Gales admits that that's what's got her worried. Joey looks at the carpet and agrees. "He's stubborn, Joey, he's just like his father," Gale says. The two of them stare at the wall, and Joey makes some noise about the Flash not being really gone, because Dawson is such a reflection of him, blah blah children equal immortality blah. She then tells Gale that she and the Flash had something special, something her own parents never had, "even during the good times." That Gale and the Flash had something special, I mean, not Joey and the Flash. Because that would have been gross. Although not totally out of the realm of possibility for this show. Can you imagine Dawson's aggrieved response to that situation? It's like how on Passions, Theresa accidentally married her fiancé's father. Well, he's not actually his father, but the fiancé used to think that this guy was his father, so it's really just as bad. "I'm not going to sit here and pretend to know what was going through his mind when he died, but I know your husband loved you very much," Joey says, sadly. Gale sighs. Wow, this episode is just one downer right after the other. Who knew that one innocent scoop of vanilla could lead to so much pain?