Woody wandered down yet another hallway, unable to make heads or tails of this place. It wasn't very well lit, so everything looked pretty much the same to him and he couldn't tell if he was making progress or just going in circles. He gripped the batteries tightly to his side as he prepared the lecture he'd give to Buzz and Jessie once he found them.

"The nerve of them, running off like that," he muttered to himself. "With no explanation? Who would ever... well I guess I would." he admitted, though it only to himself so it was okay. "Still, there's no way they really found her. I mean, if she was here I- no! No; let's not start this again. Just find Buzz and Jessie and get home. That's the mission."

As he turned the corner he was dismayed to find another row of similar shelves. He found it odd not another toy had not yet crossed his path, but then again this wasn't a toy store. The collections of plates and clocks suggested toys were scarce or even unwelcome here. Surely, his mind told him, Bo could never end up in a place like this. He had no real clue what he was looking for, what could be a sign that his friends had been here but he was sure he'd know it when he saw it. "Buzz! Jessie!" he whispered into the darkness, not knowing if any humans could still be around. At the end of the row, he saw a small form. At first he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, but then the figure started to move! Another toy!

"Hello?" Woody called loudly, confident by their presence that no humans were around. "Hey there, I was wondering if you could help me?"

The toy turned around, but did not approach it moved, Woody could see a bit more detail. It was a tiny stuffed turtle, clearly a very old toy, covered in rips and stains. It was a dull green now, though once obviously vibrant. Woody started to make his way over, but the turtle called out in a hoarse voice before he could.

"Don't move," he whispered in a strain.

"Huh?" asked Woody, freezing immediately. His eyes scanned his surroundings for a human but he saw nothing.

"If you're stuffed," said the turtle slowly. "Don't move."

"If I'm... what do-?"

To his left, heard a delicate shuffle in the shadows. Then, entering the dim lighting like a ghost was a large, slim figure. Stepping so delicately as to not make a sound was a long, gray cat. Black strips all along its back and legs made it seem as though it carried the shadows over. It circled the turtle, seemingly taking no notice of Woody just a few feet over, as the toy sat motionless. Then, it gently hit the toy with its paw. Pleased with the sound it made as it shifted, the cat hit it again, and then again. Swatting it back and forth, jumping into the air with delight. The, the cat took a more menacingly stance and reveled its claws.

Woody could barely watch as the cat sunk its claws into the poor toy's back. As it pulled them out, fractions of stuffing flew to the ground. He frantically searched for some way to help, a way to distract the animal. Then, to his right he spotted a ball of yarn and strategically tossed it passed the turtle. The cat stood, alert and chased after the ball, much to Woody's relief. Woody turned back to check on the plush toy, but saw it was gone. The cat hadn't taken it, but how had it gotten away so quickly? Woody shrugged, thankful it was safe and continued to search for his friends. But as he turned, he found that cat had returned to see the origin of the yarn ball. She squatted, nose to nose with the cowboy. Woody was so close he could vividly smell the tuna on the beast's breath.

"Uh," said Woody nervously. "Hi there!"

The cat hissed in response, and raised a paw high in the air extracting her sharp claws as she did. Woody stood paralyzed, any good hiding spot too far from him as he closed his eyes and prepared for the worst. But just when he thought the impact would hit, he felt something else. He felt something plastic wrap around his neck and pull him forcefully from his spot. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground in the shadows watching the cat look around for him in confusion before taking off in the direction it assumed Woody had gone. Woody was thankful to be rid of the cat, but he shared her confusion, looking around for what had saved him.

"Where-?" He began to wonder and then noticed his hat had flown off in the chaos. "Oh great!" he huffed, looking around to see where it had saw it out of the corner of his eye on the ground nearby and went to bend down to pick it up. Before he could reach it, it somehow vanished. "What the-?" he didn't know whether to be more confused or frightened. He looked around for some sort of explanation, but all his eyes found were shadows.

"Lose something Sheriff?" Came a familiar voice in the dark. His chest tightened and he told himself he must be dreaming. But then, there she was. She stepped into the light, but it was as though the light wasn't there until she stood in it. A most beautiful phantom, twirling his hat on the tip of her finger.

It couldn't be.

"Bo?"

"Hi Woody," she said sweetly.

It was.

She walked closer to him, trying to contain her excitement. "So did-."

Before she could finish the sentiment she had prepared, he rushed over to her and wrapped his arms around her. He spun the porcelain doll around as she returned his embrace and laughed. He clung to her as tightly as he could, still unable to believe she was more than a trick of the light. When he finally set her down, his heart leapt finally accepting the reality that it was really her who stood before him.

"Didn't realize you cared about that hat so much," she teased, handing it to him.

"Well, it's the only one I've got," he said, placing it back on his head, his eyes locked on hers.

"You oughta consider gluing it to your head," she went on, as though no time had passed and they saw each other everyday. "Jessie never loses her hat, don't see why you keep losing yours."

"Yeah," he chuckled, soaking in her presence. "Well I- Jessie! Buzz! Oh, that- this… you. They found you!"

"Hmm, huh?" said Bo, also snapping out of her nostalgic trance. "Yes! I mean, I found them. We're actually in a bit of a situation at the moment-."

"Guessing you could use these, huh?" he said, picking up the batteries from the ground where they had fallen in the hassle.

"Same old Woody: always coming to save the day right in the nick of time," said Bo, crossing her arms.

"Yeah," said Woody with a small chuckle. What he really wanted to say was: If that was true, I would've been here 10 years ago.

"Okay, so once we get Buzz back we'll fix him right up," said Bo.

"Get Buzz back? I thought he was with you," said Woody, confused.

"There's been a slight road block," admitted Bo. "But we can talk more about that on the way. We better get outta here before Beatrice comes back."

She took him by the hand and led him and what seemed like a maze under old desks and boxes. "But what about that turtle? The one the cat-?"

"Don't worry about him," assured Bo as they walked. "That's Rico, he's cat toy. He's tough; it's what he's made for. Remember that zebra Buster had? Same company, so he can endure alot. I try to make sure Beatrice only finds him once a day, give him a little break."

"Huh," said Woody with a smile at the familiar feeling of Bo calming his nerves. It was warm, kind, reasonable. The outside chaos could wait, it was deflected from the shield her company created.

"Any pets at your new kid's?" asked Bo.

"Oh, not- how did you?"

"Jessie caught me up," said Bo as they walked by a collection of picture frames. "I know it's been hard for you, but wow Andy held onto you guys for 10 years? That's a long time to be with someone."

"And a long time to be without someone," he said quietly, taking in the familiar details of her face. Her paint had chipped a bit here and there and the color of her hair was more faded but there was no question she was as beautiful as ever. The same kind eyes, the same gentle smile, the same radiance.

"You've had quite the adventure," she murmured, her voice classically low and alluring and suddenly he felt flustered.

"Well, you're one to talk," he said. "Man, I can't tell you how hard I've tried to find you, see how you were doing, to see..." he couldn't bring himself to ever finish that sentence. Woody chose which harsh realities he'd accept and often the ones he refused to ambushed him anyway. But the thought of any harm coming to her, of any fate that wasn't happy, or anything less that what she deserved was instantly dismissed from his mind. He stopped in his tracks and held her hand tighter. His eyes traveled up her arm and lingered on the tape that held her arm together She was chipped and faded, but only on the outside. Her spirit was somehow stronger, and as calming as he recalled. "I missed you like crazy," he said, almost in a whisper.

She squeezed his hand and stepped closer to him. "I missed you too. So much."

They stood there in silence for a moment, the way they used to. Their words had so much weight on them, they had so much to live up to. There was just so much that needed to be said they simply had the calming silence translate what their hearts were screaming in a frantic language. In these moments, it was only the two of them. Whenever they found themselves lost in each others' eyes before, the world around them became a delayed series of echos, words Woody didn't hear until he absolutely had to leave the bubble. He was transported back to simpler time, for a moment.

xxxxx

"Oh, and they would be off in their little world just starring into each others eyes," Mrs. Potatohead recalled fondly, back in Bonnie's room. "Still in the honeymoon phase, after years of being together."

"Whenever Bo Peep was around he'd get all mushy and distracted, you could've punched him in the face and he wouldn't know so long as she was standing in front of him," added Hamm with a laugh. "We got away with alotta stuff."

"Bo was one of a kind, that's for sure," said Slinky with gusto.

"Well she sounds amazing!" exclaimed Trixie. "Ugh, I can't wait to meet her!"

"Indeed!" agreed Pricklepants. "She sounds like quite the leading lady."

"Yeah, Bo was pretty great," said Mr. Potatohead. "The only one who get Woody to stop acting like an uptight lunatic for five minutes."

"Well, I'm excited for potsy," sighed Dolly. "And his goat lady. I look forward to meeting her and having her be the one he annoys with his seating charts to, 'cause honestly I need a break from all that. How many goats does she come with again?"

"Well, they're actually sheep," said Rex. "There's three of them, well technically one? They share a body with three heads-."

"What? No way!" shouted Buttercup. "That's crazy; this I gotta see! Pull it up, pull it up!"

"Okay, okay, Trixie; show us the picture of the goat lady," said Dolly as Trixie began typing. She pulled up the website she had found for Jessie and Buzz earlier and showed them the auction site. There stood Bo on her lamp with her sheep, perfectly picturesque.

"Oh, she's lovely!" mused Pricklepants.

"Yeah!" agreed Buttercup, and then he said silently to Hamm. "Oh, she's way too good for Woody.

"Tell me about it," he chuckled.

"Hey now, what's that?" asked Dolly, pointing at something beneath Bo's picture.

"Oh, she's on an auction website," explained Trixie. "That's just her bidding process, but she's been up for awhile it's nothing to worry about."

"Hmm, yeah okay, then why is the number going up?" asked Dolly. The toys followed her point to see it was true; unlike the day before, the number was no longer at zero.

"Maybe it's a glitch!" panicked Rex.

"Yeah, try refreshing the page!" said Mr. Potatohead. Trixie did so, and much to the group's horror, the number got bigger. They let out a collective gasp as Trixie frantically clicked the mouse looking for an explanation.

"Someone must be bidding on her!" exclaimed Trixie.

"Well stop them!" shouted Mrs. Potatohead. "We can't lose her before she even gets here!"

"Take her down! Delete the file!" added her husband.

"I can't take her down! That's not how the internet works!" yelled Trixie.

"Okay! Okay! Yelling is my job!" declared Dolly loudly, her voice rising over everyone. "If we can't take her down, we'll just have to bid on her ourselves! Buttercup?"

"Yup, I'll go get dad's credit card," he said, trotting off.

xxxxx

"Ugh, what's taking Bo so long?" groaned Jessie, growing restless. She stared at the clock, the hour nearly over and no sign of Bo. She was confident that Bo knew what she was doing, but there was nothing she hated more than waiting. What if there was trouble? And what about Buzz? So much had happened but she was still worried about him and all the mysteries the shop still held. She figured by the time the hour struck, she could be where Bo said to meet, so she decided to head out. She just hoped Bo was okay

At that moment across the shop, lost in her sheriff's eyes despite the chaos and confusion that was sure to follow, she was more that okay.