Jack waited patently for Jen to walk back in the room. Jen walked in with a puzzled look on her face. She set the phone back down on the charger. She looked at Jack, her face still unreadable. Pacey was serving up breakfast.
"I hope French toast is okay, here." Pacey handed out three plates, walked over to the counter and grabbed a plate for himself and sat sown next to Andie.
Jack stood up and walked over to the cupboards and opened it reaching for the coffee mugs.
"I know you want some Jen, how about you Pacey and Andie, you need some artificial ehen Jack and Jen.
"Okay, since you two are obviously sharing some psychic bond, we are clueless to who you are talking about. Who called?"
"Dawson called, he called yesterday too, but got the machine." Jen stopped to take a sip of her coffee.
"And" Pacey was still curious what was said.
"And he's going to fly out here, once filming wraps up. "