CH. 2

After they were sure no one else was in the room, the toys decided to take a look around their new home. They all pushed themselves against the side of the box and it tipped over, opening and spilling all its contents. They found themselves in a dimly lit room with about 100 other boxes just like theirs.

"Oh my god! Is this where we're going to be staying? It's so dark up here! How are we supposed to live like this!" exclaimed Rex, terrified of the new surroundings. The others did nothing to console him, as they were all thinking the same thing. Woody, the natural leader, stepped forward.

"Come on guys! We've been through worse situations than this! Remember Sunnyside?" All the toys exchanged looks as they thought about the horrible prison of a day care. "I, for one, think we should just try to make the best of this."

"Woody's right, guys! I mean, we'll never have to go into toy mode again! No one ever comes up here!" shouted Jessie, receiving a thankful look from Woody.

"Yeah…and…and…look at all this space! We can pretty much do whatever we want!" Buzz chimed in from Jessie's side, "No more worrying about being in the same position as we were left, or making too much noise, or anything else like that! We have complete freedom until Bonnie has children of her own for us to be passed down to!"

The toys all gradually got really excited at the idea of complete freedom. Eventually, they were all shouting about all the things they could do now that they were utterly alone in the attic, when Woody felt the need to intervene.

"Hold on, hold on. This can't be a complete free-for-all. We still need to be civilized! I say we develop some kind of…system! I'll be the leader…" he paused, waiting for disagreement, and when none happened, "and we can all have assigned jobs! Like Buzz, you can make sure everyone's in tip top shape for when we're needed again. Jessie! You can settle any arguments between toys to make sure we don't spiral into complete chaos. Potato Heads, you can act as the foster-parents to anyone who just needs someone to listen to!"

For the next hour or so, they all were assigned some type of job, and were discussing their future plans for themselves in the attic, as something emerged from one of the other boxes. It was the angel from the top of the Christmas tree. "I couldn't help but overhear, you'll be spending your time up here with us now?" she asked, delicately.

"Yes we are," answered Ham, "I guess you're used to being up here. Do you have any tips or tricks to help us adjust to attic life?"

"Well, you seem to have it down already, what with your job assignments and all. There's just one thing…See that dark corner all the way over there?" The toys all nodded. "Never, and I mean NEVER, go into that corner."

"Why not? Asked Slinky Dog.

"Let's just say that the last toy that went there….was never seen again."