The C.E.O, try as he might, couldn't get the girl toon's jagged, sweat and blood image out of his head. He was in his communications room, his private quarters where he checked every so often on Bossbot HQ.

"Uh, C.E.O, we have a little problem here in the back nine." An image of a The Big Cheese popped up on the screen. "Some toons have gotten past the first three holes, and we're a bit worried."

"Have the The Big Cheeses and Corporate Raiders been upgraded to have Power Trip yet?"

"Yes, sir, but-"

"Then tell them to only use that. Capture any sad toons before they can get away. These are their orders from now on."

"Okay sir but-"

"Yes?"

"They say they're looking for Una Uno."

The C.E.O. remembered the toon he had killed yesterday and grimaced. "Tell them she's been… dipped."

***

Woody was confused. He knew nobody that would give him this pendant, and it looked like it was worth more than the entire wealth of Toontown. Woody thought of getting the gem appraised at the bank, but he knew that making it public knowledge would alert some greedy cogs to its presence. And all toons knew since last week that some ultra level 13 and 14 cogs were being imported from the other side of the world. Even though he was a 121 laffer, he didn't want those cogs hot on his heels.

Woody took out the pendant and looked at it. Cautious by nature, he eyed it. It seemed like a normal gem. Great, he thought, a fancy pendant is just what I need to show off to Rosita. He put the pendant around his neck, and closed his eyes, dreaming about Rosita's reaction.

When he opened his eyes, he was floating in a dimension of white. He was freaking out when a voice said, What would you like to see? Without Woody saying anything, the voice said again, Home. This is what you would like to see? Woody was about to answer when the feminine voice said, Home. Yes. Visualizing. Before the voice was done saying this, Woody was floating above his estate. His doodle was searching around for him, wondering where he had gone.

Woody tried to shout to him, when he realized he had no control over his actions. He couldn't speak, couldn't breath. So why is he still alive?

In this extradimensional space, you need not breathe. Would you like to go home? Woody was astounded, and he tried to nod, but instead the voice said, Home. Yes. Teleporting.

Woody woke up out of the trance, hungry and thirsty and in need of sleep. He was sweating and panting and his head hurt. But above all of this, he was astounded. He thought about telling TCHQ (Toontown Central Headquarters) but decided to wait it out and see what this pendant could really do.

He fell down and laid there, to weak to move.

A few hours later, he heard voices. He groggily sat up and rubbed his eyes. He was still parched and starving but the throbbing in his head had subsided.

"Oh look, he's up." Woody recognized this voice as Pop Hop. "Hey, boy-o, thought you would never get up!"

"Couldn't you be the least bit worried?" A concerned Lucy Clemens said. "He obviously had a knock on the noggin."

"Well, I could see that. Say, Woody, did a 13 cog bump ya' off? And what's that thing around your neck?"

Woody felt the pendant and a flood of memories came back. He wiped some grass off of his arms and tried to stand up, but his legs were numb. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Well, let's discuss this over din-din. And take a shower! You smell like you've ran a marathon." Lucy scolded.

Woody smiled and remembered he couldn't stand up. "Well from my, 'Knock on the noggin,' I can't stand up. I'd like some help here."

Pop threw Woody onto his back unflinchingly and Lucy ran inside and turned the water on in his bathtub bed. Woody didn't have the strength to take his clothes off (nor did he want to, with his friends here) so he took a warm soak with his clothes on. To avoid risking another episode, he took off the pendant and put it on the end table. He noticed it was slightly difficult to take it off, but he assumed it was because his strength had failed him.

Lucy was preparing dinner and Pop was watching over her to make sure she didn't use too many ingredients. Lucy was an excellent cook but had a habit of making massive amounts of leftovers. But since he was so hungry, the prospect of being stuffed silly didn't bother Woody too much. It never bothered Pop.

When Woody felt refreshed enough, Pop closed the door to his room so that he could change. Woody was thankful to have such caring friends.

The dinner was delicious, and Woody ate considerable amounts but very slowly and politly because he was on the Toon Council and it stressed good manners. He talked about many boring things that you wouldn't want to hear and, when he was full, started talking about the pendant.

"So, you wanted to know what the pendant is, and why I was laying on the ground like that, right?" Woody asked.

"And you told us that we wouldn't believe it if you told us." Pop said.

"So, when I put it on, I was in some white space. This voice came out of nowhere and said stuff without me saying anything. I was floating in nothing one moment and then floating above my estate! When I woke up, I was hungry and tired and had a huge headache. I passed out, I think, and when I woke up there you were."

Pop and Lucy stared at Woody for a moment and Pop burst out laughing. "You know, boy-o, you could make a living telling ghost stories." Pop wiped his eyes with his handkerchief.

"I don't know." Lucy said, deep in thought. "Legend tells of a meteoroid with a pendant inside like the one I saw around your neck. There's a rumor that you can teleport vast distances, even through time. It literally becomes a part of you. But previous owners killed themselves using it, because it takes a massive amount of body strength to use. You have to get used to it before you can do the big leaps."

"You know, I think that there's a lot more to be gained by keepin' that pendant in your possession. A nice window into Cog nation, if I do say so myself." Pop said.

Woody pondered this for a moment. "But why did it suddenly appear in my mailbox? I don't know why anyone would want to give it up considering its power, let alone send it through the mail system."

"But consider this: maybe it found you." Lucy said. "If it can teleport a user, couldn't it just fly into you're mailbox?"

"But it didn't seem out of the ordinary given its shininess and it only spoke to me when I activated it. And I still didn't know how I did it in the first place!"

Woody's grandfather clock struck eleven and Lucy said, "My, is it getting late! Sorry to leave you, but church is tomorrow and I just can't be late."

"Me too. After I'm done cleaning up the mess I must go to my hammock in the shop." Pop yawned.

***

"…you wouldn't believe me even if I told you." –Woody Stockings