"Alright Daisy, get your things." Daisy's mother said as she parked. "Oh god, look how late we are! It's already eight-fifteen!"

"Okay, sorry!" Daisy said. She grabbed her open purse and pulled the door open.

"It's already eight-fifteen?" Woody whispered. "We gotta hurry!"

"Okay, which airline is she gonna be on?" Betsy asked.

"Lasset airlines." Woody replied.

"Well then it's easy. All we have to do is find the Lasset plane that leaves at eight-thirty, and find Bonnie."

"Okay." Woody nodded, and they poked their heads out of her purse to figure out the most opportune time to jump out. "This... is gonna be a lot harder than I thought." Woody said. Being spring break, Florida was packed, and so was the airport. There were people everywhere, and that included curious little kids.

"What should we do?" Betsy asked.

"I don't know, I don't know..." Woody replied, searching around desperately for a place to get off. That's when Daisy passed by a giant sign that had all of the flights on it.

"There! Lasset flight 113 in gate A, departing at eight-thirty. Where's gate A?" Betsy asked, looking around for a map. Then they saw a small truck-like cart that was driven by two employees drive up close to them. In the bed of the truck, there were packages that were labeled 'to gate A'.

"Jump!" Woody shouted. He and Betsy quickly jumped from the purse and into the bed of the truck just as Daisy turned at the noise.

"Did you hear something, mom?" Daisy asked.

"Nope. I guess you're going crazy." Her mother replied.

"Jeez mom, thanks a lot." Daisy said, just as the cart drove away.

"Yes!" Betsy cheered. "We're gonna make it!" She and Woody had landed in between two boxes, so they couldn't be seen by anyone. They were free to talk as much as they wanted, and they were too excited to remain quiet anyway.

"So you looking forward to meeting Bonnie?" Woody asked.

"Well, of course I am!" Betsy exclaimed. "Are all of your friends gonna be there? Like Jessie, and Buzz, and Slinky, and, um, what was her name... Bo Peep?" As soon as she said this, Woody's face darkened.

"No... Bo isn't gonna be there." He said solemnly. Betsy stared at the cowboy, confused by his sudden change in attitude.

"What's wrong?" Betsy asked.

"Bo was sold at a yard sale at Andy's..." Woody said. "I guess I just miss her..."

"I'm really sorry..." Betsy said sadly. "Were you two close?" Woody stared blankly at her for a second, then sighed.

"She was my girl." He replied. "She was the most beautiful toy I ever met, and I don't think I could ever be with anyone else other than her."

"Oh, so it's like William and I?"

"Yeah..." Woody paused for a moment, then smiled. "But you're right. I will never forget her, but I won't be depressed anymore." Betsy smiled as the cowboy straightened his hat. "And besides, we're all gonna have a new friend now."

Betsy and Woody sat in between the boxes, chatting for a couple minutes until the cart finally reached the gate. They pulled themselves up so they could see where they were, but sighed at what they saw. The gate was packed, and there were people everywhere.

"We have to be careful." Woody said. "Be ready to jump." Betsy nodded, as they watched the numbers pass by them.

110.

111.

112.

113.

"Now!" Woody shouted. He and Betsy jumped from the cart, and fell to the floor with a thud. They stayed like that for a moment, looking around just in case a human noticed them. To their luck, nobody noticed, and they got up and ran towards the entrance to the flight.

"We're almost there!" Betsy cried happily as she ran. But something was wrong. This area was empty. Woody looked ahead and stopped.

"No...please, no..." Woody muttered.

"Hm?" She replied, still running.

"Look out the window." She stopped running, and turned her head towards the window. She gasped and placed her hands to her mouth in shock.

"It can't be..." She began. But it was. The time was eight-thirty-five, and the plane was pulling out of the airport. At that moment, an employee closed the door that lead to where the plane just was, and the sad truth sank in on the toys. They had missed their chance to get back to Bonnie, and had missed their chance to get back home.

"What... what are we gonna do now?" Betsy asked. She fell to her knees. "No, I can't believe it! We've gotten this far and...!"

"Betsy, be quiet!" Woody whispered fiercely. "Someone could hear us!"

"Ooh, a toy!" A toddler shouted. He was a short, fat kid with red skin from being out in the sun too much, and dark black hair. Quickly, Betsy and Woody froze. Luckily, the toddler did not notice them talking or moving and quickly scooped them up with his sticky hands. "Dolly dolly dolly!" He screamed with his limited vocabulary. She shook Betsy violently, and then grabbed Woody. "Cowboy cowboy cowboy!" He chanted this time. He began to shake Woody too.

"Vince! You stop that right now!" A woman called. She walked over to the toddler. "Put those toys back where you found them! You don't know who they belong to!"

"No!" Vince cried.

"Listen to your mother, Vince!" The woman shouted. She reached over to the toys in her son's hands, but that just made Vince angrier.

"No! No! No!" He began to sob hysterically, and threw the toys against the wall as hard as he could. When the toys hit the wall, Woody's voice-box went of, stating that 'There's a snake in my boot!' Betsy on the other hand, hit the wall harder, and the seam in her back tore open.

"Oh, Vince! Don't treat someone's things like that!" His mother scolded, but he kept wailing. She sighed, and looked at the toys on the ground, not noticing that he broke one of them. "Excuse me, miss?" She called out to the employee that had shut the door. "Is there a lost and found here?"

"Yes, there is one, ma'am." The employee replied.

"Great, can you take those toys there for me? I've... I've got a lot on my plate right now." She said, gesturing to the still sobbing Vince.

"Alright." She replied. The employee scooped up the toys and walked away from the gate. She looked at them curiously. "I didn't notice you guys. How did you get there?" She shrugged, and that's when she noticed the hole in Betsy's back. "Oh dear, this doll is broken. The cowboy looks fine, though..." She went to a trash can and threw Betsy in. Then proceeded to take Woody to the lost and found.

The lost and found was in the main office near the front of the airport. Inside the office was a couple of cubicles with people working behind them. On a small table, there was a box that said 'lost and found' on it. She placed Woody inside and walked away.

Woody jumped up as soon as she turned away. The box was nearly empty. All that was there was a coloring book, a set of sixty-four crayons, and a leather wallet. Without any hesitation, Woody climbed out of the box, and slowly down the side of the table so he wouldn't be seen. Sure he was desperate to find a way to get back to Bonnie, but right now, it was Betsy that needed his help. Maybe together they could find another flight back home. As soon as he reached the carpet floor below him, he ran towards the door. That's when a janitor walked by, pushing a cart that had a dumpster, a mop, and a broom on it. Woody hurriedly fell to the ground, and as the cart rolled over him, he clutched the bottom and began to ride.

I'm coming, Betsy, He thought to himself.

Betsy was alone in the dark, gruesome, reeking trash can, sitting on top of an old magazine that hadn't been recycled. It's over for me, she thought. This is it, game over. She'd been thrown away. Because of the scar on her back, she couldn't move. And worst of all, she let Woody down. She was so determined to help her friend, after all it was her fault that he remembered all of the terrible things in his past, but in the end, all she did was lead him to more sadness. His owner was gone, and he would probably never see her again. And it was all her fault.

Suddenly, a light fell on her. She didn't bother to even attempt to look up. It was probably the janitor, and she was going to be taken to the dump. She shuddered at the thought- she had heard horror stories from other toys about dumps. There were horrible things there: shredders, crushers, and even incinerators. But there was nothing she could do now to avoid her fate.

"Betsy!" Woody called. She heard a small thump behind her as Woody jumped into the trash can.

"Woody?" She asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, it's me." He replied.

"You need to get out of here! We're gonna be thrown away any minute, hurry!"

"No, I'm not leaving without you, Betsy." Woody replied stubbornly. "Friends stick together."

"Woody..." Betsy said. "I can't move. It's probably the hole in my back... but my legs just won't move." She sighed. "There's no way we can get back to Bonnie with one of us immobilized."

"Alright then." Woody stated. Betsy closed her eyes, when out of nowhere, she felt herself being lifted up.

"Woody?" She asked. The cowboy had picked her up, and held her in his arms. "What are you doing? Put me down!" She felt incredibly embarrassed being like this, being the 'helpless maiden'.

"We don't have much time, okay?" Woody said.

"Alright." Betsy replied with a blush.

Woody waited for a second until the janitor emptied the trash can he was waiting in. As the garbage poured out, he aimed himself so he'd land on the base of the cart, in the space between he broom and the dumpster. There he sat down, still clutching tightly to Betsy so she wouldn't fall off.

"Sorry about this..." Betsy said meekly.

"It's fine, but try to stay quiet and don't move. People can see us from here, and we don't want them to notice us." Woody replied. She nodded and remained still as the janitor pushed the cart.

The janitor circled the entire airport, emptying all of the garbage cans into his dumpster. It took forever, but eventually they ended up at the office again. It was the end of the shift, so the janitor parked his cart into the closet and left. Slowly, carefully, Woody carried Betsy and ran across the office until they reached the table with the lost and found on it. Woody climbed the leg of the table with difficulty, but made it into the box without the attention of any people.

"Thanks..." Betsy said as Woody placed her on the ground of the box.

"It's no problem." Woody said. He sat down beside her and stared blankly at the wall.

"So what do we do now?" Betsy asked.

"I... I guess we make ourselves at home." Woody replied. "We can't get anywhere with you in that condition, and I don't have the means to fix you. I guess we'll just have to wait until someone else picks us up." They sat in silence for a moment, as the situation weighed in on them.

"Hey Woody?" Betsy asked, finally breaking the silence.

"Hm?"

"I'm really sorry."

"For what?"

"For all of... this. If it wasn't for me, we could've found another flight back to your home... and now we're stuck here. And also if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have had to remember everything that happened..."

"It's fine..." Woody said. "It's good to finally remember my past. And it keeps the memory of William and Harry alive. And about this, we'll manage, right? Maybe we'll get picked up by some other kid, and they'll fix you, and then we will get played with again. But no matter what, we'll stick together. Because... you're all that I have left right now."

"Well, you want to color? There's crayons and a book." Betsy said, trying to lighten the mood. "What do you say?" Woody smiled at her suggestion.

"Sure, why not?" He reached for the box of crayons when he heard a voice near the box.

"I can't believe you lost your wallet! I really hope it's here!" A girl's voice said.

"Oh, shut it!" A very familiar male voice replied.

"Excuse me sir, can I help you?" One of the employees asked.

"Yeah, sorry to bother you, I lost my wallet, and I wanted to check the lost and found. Do you mind?"

"Go ahead. It's over there." Woody and Betsy froze to their inanimate poses as they heard someone walking towards them. The owner of the voice leaned over to look inside the box, and gasped.

"Woody?" He asked.

It was Andy.

Author's Note: I think this is going to be the second to last chapter. I want to thank everyone who faved, reviewed, and alerted this story. It makes me so happy that it worked like this! :) By the way, I will explain why Andy is there. And I know it seems very unlikely that he'd be there, but have you noticed that things seem to be really unlikely and very convenient for the characters in the Toy Story Movies? Just saying. By the way, I didn't plan on making Woody and Betsy a couple, but people think I should. So, please give me your feedback because it will greatly effect the last chapter. Thanks! By the way, did anyone notice the two Pixar references? If you did, good for you! ~Alicethepurplefrog