It wasn't the easiest time for the toys as they tried to close their eyes. Lyla was the most tired out of all of them and lay her head in Jessie's lap.

They couldn't have been the only toys still alive on this whole ship, could they? So many owners were going to come home to find their toys were gone. What would happen if Bonnie couldn't find her four favorite toys? She'd feel as if she let down Andy.

Woody got out from those lingering thoughts and turned to Dolly who looked so lost.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm not sure." she said.

"It's him, isn't it?"

Dolly didn't answer for a second, but had a tear roll down her cheek. "That's not the G.I. Joe I knew in the attic. He never yelled, struck anyone, and he never said anything so nasty. I-I don't know what happened."

"Maybe it's because only you knew him."

Dolly wouldn't look at Woody. "Maybe..."

Woody didn't want this next thing to come out from his mouth, but it needed to be talked about.

"I won't stand in your way if you want to go with him."

"What do you mean?" Dolly asked.

"If you still have feelings for him, you can go back and live with him again. I won't stand in your way."

This made Dolly even more conflicted. Was Woody mad at her for making them come on the ship? She could have listened to him when he said he wanted to stay home. If she were Woody, she'd hate herself too.

If anything, she hoped G.I. Joe wouldn't come back.

Lyla was twisting and turning in Jessie's lap and mumbling something about her mother. She awoke with a slight gasp and got scared by how dimly lit it was.

"I'm right here, sweetie." Jessie said to her

Lyla sat up and rested her head against Jessie's shoulder. She couldn't go back to sleep after dreaming about her mother.

There was still so much Jessie didn't know about the little girl. She looked at the burned pigtail once more. She was afraid of fire due to a house fire. And she was claustrophobic.

"What's your owner like?" Jessie asked.

Lyla blinked. "She always played with me the most. It almost felt like we were sisters. I just wish I could experience one of her playtime's one last time."

She was still afraid to go against her mother's word. "Lyla, your mother isn't here anymore, but can you please tell me what happened to your owner?"

"Jenny and her family died in a house fire. When Mommy and I were trying to get out of the house I got burned. And then the police found us and put us in a box downstairs in the police station," Lyla started hugging Jessie tighter. "They forgot about us in the dark. Mommy took us on this ship because we'd been in there so long. It was great getting to see the sun again."

Jessie was stroking her hair. It was tougher for a doll Lyla's age to withstand storage. Lyla was really affected by the experience and must have relied on her mother for everything.

"How long has it been, Lyla?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe five years. Mommy would tell me a story each day. Sometimes it was the same story, but I didn't care."

Lyla's lip twitched even more and she couldn't hold back the tears anymore. The little doll buried her face into Jessie's shoulder. "Don't make me go back there! I don't want to be alone in the dark, not without Mommy!"

Even though Jessie only knew Lyla's mother for a short time, she was the bravest toy ever. There, her daughter was terrified needing her mother at every second when there was nobody there to comfort her.

Lyla's cried were coming to an end and her eyelids were beginning to dip again. Jessie placed her head in her lap once more. "Don't worry, Lyla, everything is going to be fine."

Jessie looked up and met Buzz's eyes. She lay her head in his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head and put a comforting arm around her.

"I'm so proud of you, Jessie. You've been so brave."

The dark vent came in Jessie's contact. "What if we have to go through that vent?" she whispered.

"You were able to get Lyla through, you talked her though everything."

"But, if Lyla weren't there I wouldn't have been bale to get you unstuck," Jessie sighed, staring at the little doll. "I don't think I can go through another once."

"Jessie, you have come a long way and you're doing everything for this child. And thing about Bonnie. If you don't come, Bonnie will miss you. And what about me? Who's going to be the one to help me save Woody?"

Jessie finally smiled and listed her head to give her space ranger a kiss.

"When's the last time I said that I loved you?"

"Christmas, when we were under the mistletoe."

"I think you're a week overdue."

"Is that so?"

"I love you."

"And I love you, my brave cowgirl."

They kissed one another, a slow deep kiss that made the both of them feel better. Then they closed their eyes and drifted off into sleep with all the other toys.