Chapter 4

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Eventually, Woody became too anxious that to do anything other than call her mobile for the sixth time that day.

He hands shook as he held the phone up to his ear. The slow rings seemed to drag on into a large chasm of which escape from was impossible.

"Come on Jess, come on." Woody began to mutter almost inaudibly. "Just pick up the phone already."

Meanwhile, Jessie's phone vibrated and shone against the surrounding darkness, almost ominous in the chilling atmosphere.

Three words printed themselves on the front of the screen:

'Incoming call

Woody'

But the phone wasn't answered and eventually, the vibrating stopped.

'Seven missed calls'

"Dang it," Woody exclaimed as he snapped the phone down on the table he was sat at. He had no idea where in the world she was. Jessie had never done anything like this before, her actions were beyond extreme. Woody would've thought that she had more sense than to do that.

But she still wasn't there and Woody had not heard from her in nearly twenty-four hours and he had absolutely no idea where she could be.

With a sigh, he then checked the time:

8:35

His eyes widened slightly and he felt his heart skip a beat, until he remembered the fact that he was under a three day suspension from his high school. He was slightly surprised that he hadn't been expelled for his own actions the day before, since the school took more action against people in his year, maybe because they were a year away from being Seniors? It was probably because the school couldn't be bothered facing all the paperwork.

It was also then that Woody remembered that he had to call around Mrs Hay's bungalow to fix her water pipes and he groaned. Now not only was he anxious about Jessie, but to add onto it all, he had to run an errand

Sighing, he could only hope that Jessie was coming back now.

"Where the hell are ya Jess?"


Taking deep breaths, Jessie placed either hand on her temples in anxiety, only to find that her skins was as smooth as plastic. Wait? It was plastic!

This caused her to jump backwards in fright and she fell to the floor and scrambled to the wall on her hands, colliding into something hard in the process.

"What it ya bozo," A voice, the same as before, warned. "Jeez Lightyear, what has gotten into your girlfriend today?"

"G-g-g-girlfriend?" Was all Jessie could mutter as she observed the surroundings. A dim green glow shadowed the box, making the silhouettes of the others protrude in her line of sight.

She could feel gazes upon her. They were able to see her, but she wasn't able to see past them. It was as if they knew who she was.

She was about to bring her knees to her chest, when her left hand brushed against them: Fabric.

Why were her legs fabric?

Her eyes widened as her breath caught in her throat

The Space Ranger was able to sense her uneasiness.

"What's seems to be wrong, Jessie?" A voice, chillingly familiar, asked in concern.

A small gasp escaped her throat as her hands shook vigorously.

How in the world did they know who she was? She didn't even have an idea where she was, never mind who she was with.

"How do you know my name?" She murmured anxiously and after a few moments of absolute panic, demanded. "How do you know my name?"

"Calm down Drama Queen," She heard another voice order.

All the voice were familiar; deadly familiar.

Her head was swimming with thoughts as she tried to make sense of it all. She had gone to Mrs Hay's, and she saw the old woman's face turn chillingly cold as she took a firm hold of Jessie's grip. And she held the rag doll in her hand the entire time. Then she began to mutter something that Jessie would never have the patience to understand and the rag doll just changed: Red hair began to form and the features on the face began to develope; her exact features.

Her breath shook as she swallowed an ominous gulp.

"This has to be a dream," Jessie murmured quietly to herself out of anxiety. "This just has to be a dream."

"Jess? What's wrong?"

"How the heck do you know my name?" She demanded, unable to see the speaker or even able to identify where the voice had come from.

"Jessie? We've known you for ten years."

Jessie bit her lip to contain an annoyed scream.

"N-no," She began hurriedly. "I don't know you at all!"

"Pipe it down will ya?" Another voice, this one with a strong English accent.

"Yeah?" The friendly voice of an elderly woman agreed. "The four kids are trying to sleep."

Holding a hand against either side of her head and squeezing hard, her mind reeled. She had no idea where she was, who they were or even what had happened to her. Yet these voices seemed all too familiar, almost tempting her into insanity.

"Jess, are you all right?" The voice, possibly Lightyear, asked. "You're not yourself at all."

The Space Ranger was all too concerned about her and he presumed that she was having yet another one of her occasional bad dreams, all of which pointed to one direction.

But Jessie couldn't help herself at the moment.

"No I'm not myself and I'm not okay!" She exclaimed loudly, almost disturbing the owners restful slumber. She was unable to believe any of this at all, so her mind seemed to ramble. "I don't know where I am and I don't know who the hell you are!"

This caused everyone to stare at her as if she was crazy. To them, she was completely losing her mind this morning. To her, she was having difficulty in believing she had a mind.

"I-I'm a rag doll!" Jessie exclaimed, beginning to make slight sense of it all.

"Well no way, Sherlock," The know-it-all voice sarcastically remarked.

She felt a headache form in her head as she slowly rose to her feet, only to back herself against the wall of the box.

"W-who the hell are you?"

She was definitely losing it that morning. Jessie never acted this way, even if she had a bad dream.

But what they didn't realize was that she wasn't acting crazy at all. And they'd never under stand that at all, no matter how many times she could tell them. It was as if it all went in one ear and out the other.

"Jess?" Another voice, this time female, began. "What has gotten into you today?"

"I-I. Who the hell are you?"

"Jess-"

"Answer me!"

The voice, that was presumably Lightyear's, spoke up. He was extremely worried about her; she was losing it.

"Jess, you know who we are."

"No I don't!" She stammered, it was all becoming too much for her to handle.

"Be quiet Jessie. You'll wake her up."

"Just answer my question!"

"You know who I am remember? I'm Buzz,"

That name instantly caught her full alert. That was why he sounded so familiar.

But why was he here?

Buzz frowned in Jessie's direction. He had no idea what was going on her head, but he assumed that she must have had a terrific dream.

However, her world was spinning.

"E-Eddie Vast," She murmured slowly, causing Buzz's eyebrows to rise.

And then just like that, her legs collapsed and she fainted.

Buzz could only stare at her oddly as his mind completely blanked.

"What just happened?" Buzz asked, fearing he was the only one who didn't know.

"I don't know." Dolly answered. "I forgot."

"I can't remember either."

A/N Dun dun dun. Hehe, I love doing that :P

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