Joey opened her eyes in the morning, this time knowing exactly where she was and who she was with. She was surprised to find that Pacey wasn't in the bed with her any longer. Joey swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed her hair out of her face. The room was empty. On the bedside table Joey saw a piece of resort stationary with her name on the top, next to it was a room key, probably hers.

Jo – Hope you feel better this morning. I found your key down in the car. I have a seminar this morning that gets over about noon, I'm free to leave for Chicago after that if you want to go. We can grab lunch before we leave, I'm sure you have a couple fans at the Rocking Horse that would love to see you. I'll come up when I'm done. – Pacey

He was acting like nothing had happened the night before, which annoyed her more than anything. She had really thought they had gotten somewhere last night, but maybe in the light of day he was having second thoughts. At least they hadn't had sex, which would have just messed everything up that was unresolved. But if he was going to pretend nothing happen then she would follow his lead.

Checking the clock she saw that if she hurried she could shower, get ready and catch the last half of Pacey's seminar. It would be interesting to see him action.

After a quick shower and a short call to Chris's answering machine to tell her that she was all right, Joey was downstairs in the lobby and standing in front of the door to the room where Pacey, Andrew Wilder rather, was holding his seminar. Taking a deep breath she opened the door and walked in. She found herself standing in the back of a dark room, packed mostly with women and a small handful of men. Pacey was standing at the front of the room, a Power Point presentation glowing on the wall behind him. In the darkened room he couldn't see her standing there. He was talking about characterization and how he came up with different people to write about each time.

"I always get asked one question every time I do something like this so I am going to beat you all to the punch and answer it before you get a chance to ask it," Pacey grinned, "Do I ever use people I know for inspiration. The answer is yes. I think of the kid who used to make fun of me in high school and I make him a creep in one of my books or give him an impotence problem."

Pacey paused for laughter from the audience, "Those are the easy people to write about, the unsavory characters, the people you don't like. But what's harder is writing about the people you care about, the people who touch your lives in a positive way."

"The thing that makes it hard is not putting them on too much of a pedestal, remembering all the good things without tempering them with the reality that people aren't perfect, giving them character flaws. Everyone has something bad about them, even the people you love the most. Grandma may be the sweetest gal but she could have terrible halitosis."

The group responded with another laugh; Pacey was certainly charming when he wanted to be. A woman near the front raised her hand and Pacey called on her. She was wondering if "Andrew" ever "reused" people in different books.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do," Pacey smiled, looked up at the ceiling and continued, "There was this girl I knew growing up, she was a tomboy but the girl next door rolled into one. She used to give me hell when we were kids but so was so beautiful I forgave her ever time and picked on her like crazy. She's definitely inspired me and I have managed to use some of her in every heroine I've written. Whether it's the chestnut color of her hair, the way she chews on her lip when she's concentrating, or the simple way she carries herself through a room, oblivious to the heads she is turning."

Joey let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding and dropped her lower lip from between her teeth. She sighed and an older woman standing to her left smiled at her and whispered, "God, isn't he great, what I wouldn't give to be that girl."

"Yeah, lucky girl," Joey smiled, trying to ignore the irony. Pacey had continued on at the front, asking for the lights to be turned back on. Joey slipped out the door as Pacey started leading everyone through writing character descriptions. She paused halfway out, looked back and found Pacey watching her leave, a shiver flew down her spine as she let the door close behind her.