Pacey's return had shocked everyone. Things were already complicated with his departure, but his arrival was even more complex.
Dawson felt stress out ever since he found out Pacey was back. He was only hoping that this year would be trouble free. Nonetheless, since Pacey was back, he knew that this year would be anything but simple.
It was hard saying goodbye, but somehow, it was necessary for Pacey to leave. Despite of what happened in the past, Pacey and Dawson were good friends. However, saying goodbye to friends and never seeing them again is something that happens to everyone. It's apart of life. It was senior year and soon, everyone would go their separate ways. Therefore, saying goodbye was coming soon.
At the end of the day, Dawson was walking down the street. He was essentially heading in one destination. He was seeking for answers.
"Dawson." A familiar voice said from behind.
Dawson turned around to see that it was Jen. Jen was following Dawson. She was following him because when school had let out, Jen took a glimpsed of his eyes. He looked as if he was going to something disruptive. Jen did not want to worry, but she did not want Dawson to do something stupid.
"Jen, what are you doing here?" Dawson asked.
"Nothing, really… just hanging out." Jen lied, "What about you? Where are you heading?"
"No where. I'm just heading home." Dawson lied too.
"But you live in the other direction…" Jen reminded.
Dawson hesitated, "Yea well…"
"You weren't about to go check up on Pacey? Where you?" Jen assumed.
"Well…" Dawson gave in, "Yea."
"Dawson." Jen said frantic.
"Jen… I want to talk to him. I want to know why he's here and I want to know why he didn't say anything about returning." Dawson declared.
"Dawson if he wanted to tell us that he was returning, then he would have." Jen presumed.
"Well then he's hiding something." Dawson implicated.
"You don't know that." Jen stated.
"Well, why is hiding from his us?" Dawson questioned.
"I don't know… But what I do know is that he'll talk to us when he's ready. And right now, forcing him to talk, won't help." Jen accented.
"Jen, why do you give a damn so much… We're not friends anymore so why do you care now?" Dawson said assertive.
"But I was your friend. I was your friend for a long time and I do care about you… It's human nature Dawson." Jen said surprised.
"And I was Pacey's friend. I was his friend ever since I can remember. And despite what has happened in the past, I do care about him too… So I think you would understand that it's necessary from me to talk to him." Dawson declared.
"Okay, then let me come with you, because I want to talk to him too." Jen said.
Dawson and Jen headed to the Witter's former home. Ever since Pacey had moved, they never thought they would see this home again. Needless to say, they were glad that it was Pacey's home again.
Jen and Dawson headed up to the porch and stopped dead in their tracks. They just stood there in front of the door. They stood there for a few seconds. A few seconds turned into a couple of minutes. The couple of minutes turned into a long awkward moment.
"Are you going to knock?" Jen broke the silence.
"Well, I guess, it's just… I'll knock." Dawson announced.
Dawson knocked on the door timidly. This was it. After seventy days, they were about to see their old friend. This was going to be a self-conscious moment, but necessary for their futures.
After a long moment, no one came to the door.
"Maybe they didn't here you?" Jen said. Jen knocked on the door a little more vivid and loud.
Nonetheless, they waited and still no came to answer the door. Both of them stopped feeling tension and they started feeling anxious. Their reunion with Pacey did not look like it was going to happen.
"Can I help you?" A foreign voice said.
They turned around to see this old man walking from the side of the house. They had never seen this man before.
"Umm, we're looking for a friend, Pacey Witter." Dawson said.
"He moved back here in this house." Jen continued.
"I know the Witter's. I'm their landlord, Mr. Marshals." The man stated.
"Do you know where the Witter's are?" Jen asked.
"They moved out of this place, at the beginning of the summer." Mr. Marshals recollected as he approached them.
"Yes, we know that they moved. They moved to New York, but they should have moved back." Dawson acknowledged.
"Young man, I might be old, but I am absolutely positive that no one had moved back into this home." The man said strictly.
"But we just saw him today at school." Jen alleged.
"Young lady, young man, I am responsible for this home. That is what a landlord does. Now there is …" Mr. Marshals opened the door, "no living here."
When Mr. Marshals had opened the door, Jen and Dawson saw an empty house. There was no furniture, no pictures, and there was no one living there. The house was empty. Pacey was not here, but where was he?