He was only meant to be a conscience for one small puppet-boy, but when everything is so wrong, wrong, wrong all Jiminy can do is turn pencil to paper and try to make sense of things. The stars are all bolting out of the blue, wishes piling up dusty and unfulfilled.
Jiminy wishes, more than anything, that the pencil would snap. Something within him would snap as well, and he would find the freedom to yell "Go back! You've turned down the wrong path! Go back, go back, go back!"
He isn't sure who he's trying to reach, but the meaning of it grows as long as the nose on his missing boy's face. Jiminy can't seem to find the right in anything anymore.