Andy spotted Woody laid there in the box, all alone. He looked from Bonnie then toward Woody, a idea seeded in his mind. Andy smiled, softly. A decision was made, a decision that his childhood self would have agreed, new toys may have entered his life and left in the blur of time that belonged to the background, but he was there, the strongest attachment that he refused to let go. Memories flashed back to when his father handed him the doll with his mother's permission to retrieve it from the attic in which she had kept him.

"And you look like a cowgirl." Andy shifted his attention toward Bonnie.

Andy withdrew Woody's badge then put it on Jessie's uniform.

"Shiny." Bonnie said.

"Cowgirls, like cowboys," Andy said, withdrawing his hand. "they have their partner's back."

"The cowboy's badge." Bonnie's eyes lit up as she recognized the badge.

"He's not done yet." Andy said.

"Oh?" Bonnie's eyes widened.

"Toys, they're really special, love them, they'll be there for you right back with all their being could give." Andy looked up from the toy back toward the little girl. "He was there for me after my dad bought the farm." He set the toy in front of him on the ground. "He's been there for the ups and the downs. . . longer all of these toys." The days of his childhood came back to mind, playing with the three alien toys with the main group. "I think I was three when I first got him. I took him wherever went, sometimes losing him from time to time but he always came back when needed. . . and where I'm going, I need a friend."

He looked back toward the box.

"Always."

His attention drifted toward the Jessie toy.

"Like Jessie will be for you."

Bonnie looked toward Jessie as if she saw her the most beautiful thing in the entire world.

"Don't you think they'll miss him?" Bonnie asked.

"They're toys, of course they would." he looked toward the toys, fondly. "Let's play." He looked toward the little girl. "One last playtime with his friends." He picked up the Buzz Lightyear toy. "Woosh!"

The young man played with Bonnie on the front lawn over the course of the afternoon that concluded with laughter, light chests, and warm feelings sprung about between the two parties. Woody and Buzz were parted from another, separated by a short distance, when the Space Ranger came to then reached his hand out for the deputy, who only smiled, shaking his head, Buzz reluctant to let him go, visibly emotionally and physically pained, by losing him forever. The current smile that Woody wore compared to all those times before was a more of a good-bye, fondly, full of friendship, and pride in the Space Ranger regarding how far that he had gone since meeting him as a newly awakened toy.

Andy saw the Buzz Lightyear toy holding on to Woody's hand, grasped around it, odd. He shook his head then with some struggle against the grip of the toy, Andy carefully took Woody's hand out of the grips as Bonnie picked up the toys then set them on the front porch. Andy set the doll at the front seat, buckled him in, then closed the passenger seat over the bewilderment of Bonnie's mother. He started the car then drove off leaving the rest of the toys behind making his way to college, his stuff all waiting for him, making his way to the dorm room that he were going to be sharing with for the next few years. Compared to the tension of dealing with college all alone, without something remotely comforting, there was only emotional confidence replacing that. His heart was steady.

He parked the car, took out Woody first, went into the building, moving his belongings in, afterwards. Andy paused in his tracks, looking over his shoulder, spotting that his roommate had a Zurg toy with a toy blaster installed along the side of his arm beside a sauropod alongside a lion and a bear and a border collie, all of which toys, roughly about the cowboy's size, save for Zurg who towered over the cowboy. Perhaps college life with his roommate wasn't going to be quite stressful or full of anxiety for having a toy after all having some time to play between studying and ease off all the stress. His fear proceeded to melt away. Something told Andy that it was going to be okay as he looked toward Woody. It was the reassuring smile on the deputy's face that did the trick, it always did, always would. He was there, so was Andy, they could pull through this together.

"Hey, Davis!"

Andy turned in the source of the voice that belonged to the roommate.

"Did you bring just one toy?" his roommate approached him.

"Uh, yeah?" Andy said.

"My god, son." His roommate put his hands on Andy's shoulders. "What a cruel world you come from."

"Isn't that a little much over there?"

"I could have brought a backpack full of toys." Andy's roommate sat on the bunk bed, that had, in fact, a large backpack unzipped with a number of toys spilling out, hiding, looking up, a assortment of toys. "silly, wouldn't it?'

"No, no, not silly at all." Andy sat down alongside his roommate. "My name is Andrew, everyone calls me Andy," he held his hand out then the roommate shook his hand, "and this is my trusted life partner, Woody Pride."

"Happy to meet you, cowboy." the roommate said. "My name is Alex Wayne." he took out his Zurg toy that had bright red handwritten in permanent marker reading 'AL'. "And this is my decades old toy, Zurg," Alex was practically exaggerating, the toy didn't look decades old as Andy look at him, quite amused. Still looked brand new and well cared for straight out of the packaging asides to the signature. "he's been there through several fires, through a dozen burglaries-"

"Burglaries?" Andy exclaimed then paid closer attention noticing the details that he hadn't noticed at first and they were all quite plain to him. Stood out like a sore thumb as part of a classic as Alex held him upside demonstrating the wheels installed below on the flat base. "That looks like one of the older models, must be very expensive and sought after. I can see why people tried to break in."

"Somehow, they were all fumbled and I don't think they were after this bad guy." he waved the Zurg toy in the air then set the toy into his lap. "Something about, being hit by small balls stopped them."

"A booby trap?" Andy suggested, restraining laughter, but still as amused.

"We didn't have booby traps." Andy lifted a brow in response. "What? Do I look like a Kevin? Doing that with my folks home?"

Woody eyed at the toy, wearily, as a new friendship was born between two toy owners bonding over their experiences with their toys.

Rule breaker.