Woody, watched Bonnie protectively as she fidgeted in a dream. "You think you'll never really love again. Then she picks you up and holds you and you can't remember what it was like to be lonely." Those words, which Jessie had spoken only a few hours ago, rang true when it came to the sweet little Bonnie Anderson
Where was she now, he wondered? She had tucked him in beside her, claiming that she was going to need him, her nightmares had been more frequent as of late. He hoped she was somewhere nice, maybe swimming with mermaids through sunken cities or running through jungles of giant multi-colored flowers and glossy-winged butterflies. Maybe she was playing in the streets of a little western town, where she would need a brave and loyal sheriff to guide her. Woody softly stroked her hair, and Bonnie smiled in her sleep
Had he ever been this happy?
It was true that with Andy and, once upon a time, Andy's father, he had been incredibly, almost impossibly happy. With Bonnie, it was a different kind of happy, and Woody would have waited a million times the amount of time he'd had to wait in Andy's chest to get it. Bonnie loved him and the others more than they thought was possible, in her eyes they were part of her family, the better part if you were to ask her. And Woody had to admit that he would do anything to keep her safe because he loved her right back.