Joey's back in her own bedroom staring towards the mirror on top her vanity, thinking of Pacey Witter. She thinks of his voice, which elicted a feeling inside of her that she'd never felt before and it's a good feeling. She wants that good feeling back, but knows that her place is here with Dawson and he reminds her of it when she sees him standing in her doorway through her mirror. Dawson approaches her tenderly and runs his hands up and down her arms. "I worry for you sometimes, Joey," he says.

For a meer moment, she thinks that he must know that what happened earlier wasn't an accident. Within seconds, Dawson reassures her that this isn't the case. "I know that you must be concerned about going back to America without your mother, but I think it'll be good for us there. We can start a whole new life,"

"You, a director, myself, a house wife," Joey says, practically emotionless.

"Is that not what you want?" Dawson questions.

She shakes her head, unwilling to admit the truth to him. The truth will sound silly to him and he will only laugh at her. She knows Dawson better than anyone and she knows that her own dreams are meaningless to him. "No. It all sounds wonderful, Dawson," she's lying through her teeth, but a fake smile is all it takes to convince him and Dawson kisses her once he sees it.

"Very good. Come to bed now. You must be exhausted from what you went through," he proclaims and wonders off into the ajoining room. He closes the door behind him and Joey couldn't have been more thankful for this because this is the privacy that she craves.

Instead of going to Dawson's room, she stays in her own. As Joey falls underneath her blankets and her head hits the cool pillow that her maid, Mary, had fluffed for her only about fifteen minutes before, she thinks once more of Pacey Witter. The look of him, scruffy and tall, the way his slightly muscled arms felt when she'd held onto them as she'd slipped. He had changed her life and she'd only spoken with him for a minute or so. Joey couldn't help but wonder what it was about Pacey that gave her the will to live that Dawson couldn't and she must've laid there for hours thinking about it, but an answer never came to her. She knew one thing for certain, and that was that Pacey Witter brought an excitement and fire to her life that she had never known before.

Pacey came to bed very late that night. After the whole struggle of his arrest and then being eyed down by Joey's fiancee's lackey for a while, he'd gone back to lying on his bench, staring up at the stars. But this time, he'd thought of Joey Potter. Joey Potter, and what could've happened to her to lead her to think that jumping off a boat to her death was her only solution.

The two men they were boarding with were sleeping when Pacey arrived back in the room. They were snoring loudly and he musn't have noticed last night because right now, it was bothering him rather a lot. It must've been bothering Jen as well because he found her lying in his bunk rather than her own.

Pacey slipped in next to her, throwing his shoes under his bed. "Are they keeping you awake?" he whispered to her.

She nodded. "I thought you could tell one of your boring stories to me so that I fall asleep,"

He made a face. "You wouldn't believe the night I've had,"

"Yes, where were you? That woman Audrey, was looking for you. I might say that she's become taken with you,"

Normally, Pacey would've smirked at the thought of a pretty girl like Audrey thinking him handsome, but he was far too caught up in Joey Potter. "Do you recall that first class woman from earlier? The one on B deck?"

Jen raises her eyebrows and curls her hands up so that she's resting her head on one of them. "The one you were positively gazing at? Of course."

"I ran into her tonight," he explained. "Her fiancee got me arrested,"

He didn't feel the need to confide the whole story in Jen because it really wasn't his to tell. If Joey Potter wanted to tell the story about how she'd almost plummetted to her death, than she could, but Pacey certaintly wasn't going to. And Jen didn't ask questions, which was one of the things he liked best about her. "You need to be more careful," was all that she said.

"I know. It really wasn't my fault, though. It was just a misunderstanding,"

He's being genuine enough that Jen believes him and she nods. She turns away from him and looks up at the bottom of her own bunk. They're both silent for a few minutes, Pacey being very squished but still trying to fall asleep and Jen thinking. She speaks just as he's getting comfortable. "Be honest with me, Pacey. What do you want to do in America?'

Pacey opens his eyes reluctantly and looks to Jen, who is obviously thinking very hard about the subject. "What do you want to do?" he asks her.

She turns her head and stifles a giggle. "It's a tad bit embarrassing,"

"I won't laugh,"

She considers it for a moment and then says, "I don't really know. I just want to be successful. Not like the first class, but successful enough for me to be happy. And it's not as if I'm not happy with you, because I am, but I dream of bigger things, do you know what I mean?"

"Would you stay in New York?"

Jen nods. "I always loved it when I lived there with my folks. And now that they've thrown me to the wind, I feel like it's my destiny to go back there. It's where I was truly happy. Do you understand?"

"Could I go with you?" Pacey asks her. He's not sure why they're talking about this because he and Jen rarely speak of anything serious, but the quiet rocking of the ship and the loud snoring from beside them is somewhat of a sure sign that it's right.

"Obviously, I'd take you with me. I need someone to assist me when I make it big,"

Pacey rubs his eye with his hand and grins. "Maybe I'll take that first class girl with me as well,"

Jen purses her lips. "This is why we call them dreams, Pacey,"

"Joey Potter is not a dream. She's a reality," Pacey says, more to himself than to her.

"This mystery woman has a name now? Joey. Huh. Odd name,"

"So is Pacey. Besides, I suspect it's short for something,"

"Quite obviously it is," Jen exclaims.

"Let me tell you though, Jen. Joey Potter is amazing," said Pacey.

"All wealthy women are,"

"Yes, but she's not like the rest of their lot. You wouldn't believe me even if I told you," Pacey stated. His heart was so high up in his chest, he felt happier and more lightheaded than he'd felt in years, maybe in his entire life. His encounter with Joey had left him feeling changed and he knew that Jen wouldn't want to hear that. She was much more cynical than he was.

"You're right, I wouldn't. I must warn you though, Pacey. I highly doubt that you're ever going to come across this woman again,"

"We'll see," he responds and it might be the most hopeful that he's ever sounded.

Joey dreams of Pacey Witter that night. She dreams of the way he'd looked at her when he'd introduced himself, how he hadn't looked at her like a delicate flower that could fall to pieces at any second. He'd looked at her like she was a real person. A real person who was hanging off the back of a ship, but a real person at that. In the dream, Pacey is doing the same thing he had done when she'd met him in real life – he's simply just standing there, looking at her. He's wearing the raggedy clothing from yesterday – a brown jacket, white buttoned shirt and loose trousers. He looks quite handsome, quite like the sort of strong lumberjack that she can imagine herself being attracted to if it were not for her engagement to Dawson.

She's awakened from her peaceful dream and for a meer moment, Joey hopes that her mysterious savior might be standing over her, but it's instead, Mrs. Leery who's already dressed for the day. She regrets being hopeful because she's aware that she should not even be thinking of Pacey Witter, for all he is is a man who'd just happened to be in the same place as her at the same time. "Josephine, I heard of your accident from last night. I do hope that you're alright," Mrs. Leery calls for Mary to come into the room and lay out an outfit for Joey.

"Um, yes, m'am, I'm fine," she rubs at her eyes, completely exhausted and worn out from the emotional distress from her day before. All Joey really wants to do is go back to sleep and pretend that she didn't have to deal with the Leerys and their proper behaviors that she abided by daily. She's well aware that Mrs. Leery isn't going to let her do this.

"Very good. Get dressed now, dear. I'm having brunch with Lady Duff Gordon and I thought that you might like to join me," Mrs. Leery waves for Mary to leave the room and she bows her head and exits. Joey knows that "I thought you might like to join me," means "Joey, join me or else" and the "or else" is that Joey will be dropped like a fly. Perhaps not right away, but she knows that she's only kept under the Leerys' protection because of her mother's relationship with them. And if she proves herself to be a disgrace, it will not only disappoint them, but her mother in death. Plus there's the ever present fact that if Joey does prove herself as unworthy for Dawson, she'll have nothing. She has to do as told.

But there is one way that she can get out of this brunch. "Actually, m'am, I have already made plans to meet with Andie in a bit," It's a lie, but Andie seems like the type that would lie for her if she was asked to. Joey made a mental note to speak with her later on.

Mrs. Leery looked disappointed, but she nodded. "Sure. Just remember to be back for dinner,"

"Um, where's Dawson?" Joey asks. Dinner is a long while from now and Dawson usually asks for her before then. Well, either that or he sends that horrible Hitchcock out to keep an eye on her.

"Dawson is in a meeting with his father and a few other gentlemen discussing some business opportunities," Mrs. Leery explains. "They probably will not be back until this eveing,"

Joey nods. While they'd been having this conversation, she'd been plotting on what she actually going to do instead of joining Mrs. Leery for brunch. She would go down to the third class decks and search for Pacey Witter. It was wrong, but she had a feeling in her stomach that she hadn't felt in years – she thought that it might be called hope. Happiness. And that all related back to Pacey Witter and their conversation the night before. Mrs. Leery exits her room and wishes her a good day and Joey calls Mary back in to help her dress.

"It's a lovely day today, isn't it, Mary?" Joey asks, even though she hadn't as much as seen through a window yet.

Mary smiles, "Yes, miss, it is."

Joey thinks that it might get even better as soon as she makes her way down to third class.

Pacey had been awakened at the crack of dawn by Audrey, who had somehow found their room and shook the both of them awake with a bit of force. She winked at Pacey more than once when he and Jen slipped on their shoes, neither one of them bothering to change into one of the two changes of clothes they'd brought along with them. Audrey, as it turned out, was travelling alone and was hoping to make it big in the theater in America with the help of her mother's name. She told them about how she didn't think she would even be speaking to the other passengers in their class because she felt that she reeked of old money that had run out (she didn't) but was so happy that she had been able to find two "gems" like Pacey and Jen.

After a spot of breakfast, the three of them headed out to the third class general room, a loud, boisterous place where the action never seemed to end. Mothers cradled wailing babies, children ran between benches, men argued with each other loudly while they passed cigarettes back and forth and a young woman was playing an upright piano. Pacey ended up sitting on one of the benches, telling an animated story about what America was like to a few small Irish children who were staring up at him in bewilderment and awe. Nearby, Jen was chatting up an Italian bloke who seemed to know very little English and Audrey was telling a group of elder women all about her family history. It was a lovely morning and all three of them were enjoying themselves, but the morning got just a bit brighter for everyone when Joey Potter walks down the stairs into their vicinity.

Practically everyone turns to stare at her and the room becomes quiet except for the screaming babies and Pacey, who is so caught up in his story - although the children aren't listening anymore - that he doesn't even notice her. Audrey taps him on the back of the head to get his attention and he turns, following her gaze towards Joey. Joey seems to notice him because she picks up her pace and walks his way. Pacey immediately stands and greets her with a grin.

"Hello, Pacey," she says, giving him a nod.

Jen is making a delighted face from behind Joey, and Pacey ignores her, as well as Audrey's whispering to the old women.

"Good to see you again," he responds.

"Could we speak in private?" she asks him and Pacey feels his heart soar because damn right, he told Jen, this was a reality. Joey Potter was real.