Joey wakes up the next morning immediately saddened because Mary comes in to inform her that Dawson has requested her attendance at breakfast on their private promenade. Just as she'd expected it to be when she'd groaned after Mary had woken her, it was boring and silent – the complete oppisote of the night she'd had with Pacey the night before.

Dawson breaks the silence. "I had hoped you would come to me last night,"

Just like you do every night, Joey thinks to herself. It seems like it's every day that Dawson asks for her to make love to him. What he didn't get was that she always said no for a reason and Pacey was making her realize that the reason was plain and simple: Dawson was boring and she didn't truly feel with him.

Still, she makes an excuse. "I was tired,"

Dawson smirks and takes a bite from his food. "Yes. Your extertions below decks were no doubt exausting,"

Joey's eyes dart up from her plate. She almost asks how he could've possibly known where she'd been, but then thinks better of it. "I see you had that undertaker of a manservant follow me,"

Dawson takes a deep breath like he's trying to calm himself. "Joey, how could you do that? With a man that I had trusted, invited to dinner, even? You're not to do something like that again."

"I'm not some actor in your plays that you can command! I'm your fiancee," It's the first time she's really stood up to him, fired back at the way that he treated her more like a servant than a person. She's proud of herself and the first thing she thinks of doing is telling Pacey about how she'd done this.

"Yes, Joey, that's exactly what you are! My fiancee!" Dawson explodes, sweeping the breakfast china off the table with a crash. She's shocked, scared even. Never in all the time she's known Dawson has she ever seen him behave this way. "I don't expect for my fiancee to be spending her nights galavanting with another man! Do you know how that makes me look? You're supposed to honor me as a wife is reqired to honor her husband! Do you want for me to be the laughing stock?!"

Joey holds onto the arms of her chair, frightened by the way that Dawson is in her face screaming at her. Her eyes widen in fear and Dawson must notice this because he softens, but only the smallest bit. "Are we clear?" he asks and Joey nods, in hopes that he'll just leave her alone.

He does, sneering at her before walking out the door. Mary hurries in right away and begins trying to collect the broken china that's splattered all over the floor. Joey is crying, taking staggered breaths, "I'm sorry, Mary, we – we – had an acc-accident, I'm so sorry . . ."

"It's alright, Miss Joey, it's fine," Mary repeats, waving Joey away so that she can do to her job and tidy. Joey is still terrified, almost afraid to move although she's shaking.

"I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry," she's saying it more to Dawson then to Mary, even though he's already exited. Mary takes her hand and helps her up, leading her back into the stateroom. Thankfully, Dawson is no longer there and they walk to Joey's own bedroom without much worry.

Jen and Pacey sit on the poop deck together early in the morning. Jen was sitting with her legs to her chest, her head on Pacey's shoulder, her face to the sky, trying to let the wind soothe her hangover. Pacey was sitting there with his arms crossed, looking out to the water as he had done with Joey the night before. As if reading his mind, Jen says with her eyes still closed, "So was your night with the princess?"

Pacey smiles. "I'm surprised you even remember meeting her,"

"I certainly do. And I also remember watching her hang all over you like she doesn't have a boyfriend,"

"Fiance," Pacey corrects her and he doesn't even need to look at Jen to tell the look that she has on her face.

"And uh, you think it's a good idea to get involved with an already attached woman?"

"The guy's a dick, Jen," is the only excuse he can think of.

"He's still her fiance. And I hate to tell you this, but when we get off this boat, she's going with him,"

This thought is not lost on Pacey. Even though he and Joey had discussed numerous times what a life the two of them could live off of Titanic, the reality of the situation was that she probably wasn't going with him. "Maybe she'll go with me,"

Jen takes her head off of his shoulder and flips her legs around so that she's fully sitting with her feet on the ground. She taps his hand. "I think you'd be better off just fucking Audrey a few times,"

Her sudden change of subject is obvious to Pacey. "You don't think she would?"

"I didn't say that,"

"You didn't have to," he uncrosses his arms and looks at Jen dead on. "What? Just because I have no money, no home and no job she's gonna choose him?"

He says it like he's serious, and lets Jen know that he's not by falling into laughter. "I'm not an idiot," he says. "I know I have nothing to offer her. But . . . I still have hope that she'll choose me. I mean, you should see how this guy treats her, Jen. He's the worst kind of man,"

"And I suppose you're saying you're not?"

Pacey does a very dramatic shrug, because he know he's not the best man in the world but he's got to be better than Dawson Leery. Jen takes Pacey's hand, "Darling, listen. You are a good man. We joke a lot but you are,"

"How do you suppose I show Joey Potter that?"

"You tell her. Convince her that you're the one that she should get off this boat with. I see the way she looks at you – trust me, she wants that,"

Pacey pauses, thinking about her suggestion and knows that if the ever cynical Jen believes in this then it's just as real as he believes that it is.

Mrs. Leery had come to Joey's bedroom to help her prepare for service but Joey knew that the real reason that she was there was because of Pacey. Dawson had this irritating habit of telling his parents everything and when Mrs. Leery entered the room with a frown on her face, Joey instantly knew that she was already aware of the situation. She's still feeling extremely timid from her confrontation with Dawson earlier and she's trying to convince herself that that was a one time thing and Dawson will never react that way again, but she can't even manage to attempt to convince herself of this. Dawson has always been the jealous type – it really isn't all that shocking.

Mrs. Leery helps Joey with her corset and mutters out sternly, "We took you in to our family, Josephine. I don't expect you to be parading around with some . . . some . . . boy,"

She says "boy" as if she wanted to use a much worse word but decided against it. Joey honestly doesn't know what she can say to Mrs. Leery because she is right – they did take her in, but she didn't even do anything with Pacey. "Nothing disgraceful went on, ma'am. I can assure you of that,"

"A boy like that? Believe me, Josephine, something disgraceful will go on there,"

Joey closed her eyes and bit her lip. "How would you know anything about him? He isn't like that,"

Mrs. Leery tightened her corset even further and then stopped. "You are not to see that boy again, Josephine. I forbid it,"

In an ideal world, she could argue with Mrs. Leery that this was none of her business but she knew in her heart that it was. She lived in her home and was engaged to her son – if she continued seeing Pacey then she would be homeless and she wasn't entirely sure if she could do that. She didn't know of the real world. Still, she tried to argue. "Nothing went on. We're just friends,"

Mrs. Leery turns her around to stand face to face with her. "Believe me when I say this, Josephine, I loved your mother and I love you but if you do not honor my son then I will have no choice but to let you go,"

Joey stiffens, but says nothing. Mrs. Leery continues on with her frigid statement, "Your father left you nothing but a series of bad debts hidden behind a good name. Your sister is off at University – do you really think she'll leave there to care for you? Your future with Dawson is the only thing that you have going for you, dear."

All Joey wants to do is slap this woman in the face – how dare she speak of her family this way! She has no right to, especially considering how good of friends she had been with Joey's mother. Joey could tell her how her son is a pretentious, uncaring, presumptuous and arrogant bastard or that she was a selfish, far too prim woman with bad hair, but even she wasn't rude enough to do that. Just as she's seething silently, Mrs. Leery pulls her in for a hug. "I know you're smart, Josephine. I know you know what the right decision to make is. Don't make the wrong one. The last thing I want is to see you working as a seamstress,"

Joey hugs her back tentatively, only to not further the confrontation. She doesn't know how to show Mrs. Leery just how much she's come to despise her family in the past few days and just how upset and offended she is by this conversation. She wants to lash out to this woman for the first time, tell her how it doesn't matter to Joey that her mother was friends with Mrs. Leery or that she's engaged to Dawson – it matters that's completely miserable with this family and wants out. And that Pacey Witter is the person who made her see that.

But the truth is, her mother's friendship with the Leerys does matter to Joey because her mother matters to her and sometimes it feels like all that she can do is miss her mother. And Joey honestly doesn't know what her mother would want her to do. She would want for her to be happy, but she would also want her to live the proper life that would come with marrying Dawson. Her mother had always liked Dawson, always said he was a nice boy but she didn't know the truth. She didn't know how bored Joey was with him, how she felt like she was living her life the same way over and over again every day and nothing would ever change. In the next month, she'd be waking up every morning to sleep with a husband that she realized today that she didn't love. Joey was not in love Dawson Leery and she highly doubted that there was anything he could do that would make her love him.

Her heart longed for Pacey Witter, his kind eyes and his strong hands and the way he looked at her that made her feel like she would melt. Her brain knew that the proper thing to do was to stay with the Leerys no matter how unhappy it made her. Joey just felt she wasn't strong enough to break free from the chokehold that she was constantly in.

Pacey had figured that he'd meet Joey just outside the dining saloon once that morning's service was finished. He'd wanted to go to her first thing but decided that it'd be more practical to wait until she was fully awake and ready for the day. Pacey wanted to take her down to the general room again, maybe this time have her tell some of the passengers about what America was like through her own eyes.

Just as he'd made it there however, two stewards in fancy dress stopped him. "I just need to talk to someone," Pacey explains to them.

"You're not supposed to be up here," Pacey recognizes the man as the steward who had let him into the saloon just the night before.

"I was here last night, remember?"

"No," the man says simply. "Please turn around,"

Pacey spots Hitchcock walking out of the saloon and knows that surely he's coming to show him in to where Joey is. "He'll tell you," he says as Hitchcock walks through the exit.

Hitchcock has a smug look on his face and Pacey right away that this isn't good nws. "Mr. Leery and Ms. Potter continue to be most appreciative of your assistance. They asked me to give you this in gratitude,"

The man holds out two twenty dollar bills and Pacey backs up, waving his hand out, refusing to take it. "I don't want your money, I just –"

"They also asked me to remind you that you hold a third class ticket and your presence here is no longer appropriate,"

Pacey finally sees Joey in the crowded room but she doesn't see him. "I just need to talk to Joey for – "

"Gentleman, please see that Mr. Witter gets back where he belongs," Hitchcock hands the stewards the money that he was originally going to give to Pacey. "And that he stays there,"

The stewards nod and take Pacey by the arms, escorting him out, not listening to his protests. Pacey knows that there's no way that Joey would've said that she didn't want to see him anymore, not after last night. It just – maybe Dawson had said this on her behalf, but not Joey. Joey wanted to see him again, it was pretty much all she spoke out. There was no way that he could believe that she wanted him out of her life.