It was 9:00 am when Joey Potter opened her eyes. For a moment she forgot where she was, but as she looked through the window, a smile came to her face. She was traveling by train from Budapest to Paris, her home since she was 15, when she left Capeside for good. She's been living in Paris for six years. Her best friend Anna had to go visit her parents in Budapest, so Joey joined her, because her family was miles away.

They went by plane, but she decided to come back early, by train. She always had this dream of traveling by train across the countries, closer to the cities, something that planes can't do. It's been a wonderful trip until a German couple starts a fight. She couldn't understand a word, but it seemed very serious.

"Gee...I can't read, I can't even try to sleep again with these two. Well, I'm going to get out of here", Joey thought as she got her bags and started to look for another seat.

"Finally, a moment of peace", she sighed in relief. She grabbed her book and opened it, but the couple seemed restless, yelling at each other. "Oh my God", she mumbled behind the book, which was covering her face.

"If I could, at least, understand what they're saying, I could pick a side", a guy said.

Joey laughed when heard the guy's comment.

"Yeah, me too".

When she turned to talk with him, both could not fake their shock.

"Dawson!"

"Joey!"

The moment lasted forever. They kept staring at each other in disbelief. The last time they saw each other was at Dawson's room, when they're 15, the Joey's last day in Capeside. Dawson kissed her, but she decided to go to Paris. He supported her decision, they made promises of getting together when she comes back, but life got in the middle. Joey decided to spend another semester in Paris and one semester becomes a year...and they never talked to each other again.

My, how you've grown

I remember that phrase from my childhood days too

"I...I can't believe it's you!", Dawson said still shocked.

"Me neither. I...I'm speechless", Joey was totally lost, not knowing what to say after so many years.

They hugged each other.

"Well, the last time I saw you, you're 15 and now...look at you", Dawson was amazed. Joey was so grown up, she was a woman. Her hair was in a ponytail, but he could see it was longer, she had this European style...she was definitely different and really beautiful.

She blushed at his comment. "I'm not the only one, right? You too...so grown up. Your hair...", she said trying to associate this new Dawson, with short hair, without sweaters, just with a blue shirt and jeans, to her Dawson, the one who has been in her mind: a 15 year-old boy, so self aware, but so oblivious and naive.

Every time we say goodbye you're frozen in my mind as the child that you never will be, you never will be again.

I'll never be more to you than a stranger could be.

"This is so awkward. I feel like I'm 15 again", he said.

Joey nodded. "Yeah, I know the feeling".

The silence took place between them. It was so concrete they could grabbed it with their hands if they wanted to. Dawson broke the silence.

"Well, uh...I'm starving. Maybe we can get something...", it was the only thing he could say.

"Sure, sure...let's go".

"All I can say: surreal. This is totally surreal", Dawson was stunned.

"Tell me about it", Joey said as they went to the restaurant.