The Streets Of Boston: Jen, in a cute shearling-lined jacket, and Pacey, in a cute brown suede-y looking coat, walk down the street and chat. Pacey's yammering about Karen. Apparently, she's "feisty" and "smart" and he can "feel the love connection." He tells Jen that they're in that third-grade flirting stage, i.e. they spend a lot of time pulling each other's pigtails and calling each other "butthole." Jen sighs that she's so glad she's not single anymore. As soon as the words are out of her mouth, a knock comes at my door. I pause the tape and answer it. It's Foreshadowing, looking completely bedraggled. "Hey," he pants. "Sorry it took me so long to get here. Do you know how long it takes to hitchhike from Toronto to Los Angeles? Hey, are those Cheetos?" After Jen finishes digging her own grave, Pacey launches into a long spiel about Chef Danny, and how Danny's like his mentor and how he's just like Pacey, only older. "So, what you're saying is, when you grow up, you basically want to be yourself," Jen asks. "Yeah. I'm very well adjusted," Pacey says. Heh. These two are awfully cute together. They keep walking down the street, all cute clothes and satisfied relationships and starring roles on flailing, creatively bankrupt television shows. Eventually, they walk past a little café. Who is sitting right in the window? Charlie. With a girl. Holding her hand. Because when you're cheating on your girlfriend, you definitely want to do it in broad daylight. "Isn't that your boyfriend?" Pacey asks. "Yeah," Jen grits. "I thought he was working tonight," Pacey says. "That's what he told me," Jen says. It is at this point that she wigs, heading for the door of the café at a dead run. Pacey grabs her by one arm and pulls her back, and asks her what she's doing. Jen yells that she's going in there and "beating his ass!" Pacey physically moves her away from the door once again. I have to say, these two are quite good at this whole physical comedy thing. They've got to get off this show. "Easy, Thelma," Pacey counsels mildly. "Now, you don't know what's going on," he continues. Jen fumes inarticulately as Pacey points out that this could all easily be a mere "communication problem." He advises her to call Charlie tomorrow, and calmly ask for an explanation. "WHAT POSSIBLE EXPLAN --" Jen begins, before Pacey cuts her off. "Volume," he says. "Either way," he continues. "you'll be calmer, more rational, and happy that you waited, because you will have gained the upper hand." Jen smiles at him widely, and cheerfully agrees. Then she runs for the door. Pacey darts after her and slings her, fireman-style, over his shoulder, and carries her away. Why don't I have cute boys carrying me around fireman-style?