Woody was floored by the news his best friend just told him. He swayed a bit and sat back down on the tiny bed.

"I, I don't understand. He said finally. How, how is...no. No, he can't be dead. How do you know he's dead? What happened?"

"Andy's mom came to the house one day. Buzz said. We overheard her talking to Bonnie's mom. She said that Andy had been sick for a while in the hospital. He had developed a bad infection in his lungs." Woody gasped.

"His lungs were so underdeveloped when he was born. The doctors said he would have breathing problems or even asthma sometime in his life. The cowboy said. But he had that under control! He was using an inhaler for a while."

"Yes, and after he went to college, he stopped using it, remember? Jessie said. Because his lungs had gotten better and he wasn't coughing as much."

"His breathing had gotten worse about two years before. Buzz said. Then six months before he died, he was rushed into the ER due to a bronchial infection. The doctors tried to reverse it, but they saw that it was slowly turning into Pneumonia. By then, the best thing they could do is keep him comfortable."

"How long did they have to do that for?" Woody asked.

"Three months. He eventually stopped breathing on his own and had to be put on a ventilator. His mom had to make the choice to terminate. She knew he didn't want to live like that, suffering." Woody removed his hat and placed his hands over his mouth, choking back sobs. Jessie and Buzz went over, sat down and hugged him.

"I can't believe it. I've lost two owners now to pneumonia." Woody cried.

"Wait, who else died because of..." Jessie started to say before gasping. "Andy's grandfather."

"He died in his sleep after being in the hospital for six months. Woody said quietly. Andy's dad was four when he died. I was placed beside him when we went to visit him."

"At least you got to say goodbye to him." Buzz said.

"Yes, but I didn't say goodbye to Andy. None of us did."

"We had a small service for him, all of his toys. Jessie said. If we had some way to reach you, Woody, we would have told you sooner."

"It's okay. I'm glad you're telling me now." The cowboy closed his eyes for a minute and said a small prayer in his head to his former owner and sighed. "Bo's going to be devastated when she..." Suddenly he sprang up from the bed. "Oh my god, Bo! I forgot about Bo! Prospector has her. He's taking her and Duke to Montreal! We have to find her!"

"Calm, calm down bro. Jessie said. We know about that, Giggle filled us in. Let's go find the others and we'll figure out a plan to get her back." Woody took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay. Okay, thank you Jess. Thank you." They left the hospital wing and went back towards the butterfly room. Hundreds of miles away, in an abandoned store in Montreal, Bo and Duke sat in a makeshift prison. Bo was trying to jimmy the lock open with a paperclip.

"Bo, stop. Duke said, watching her. You've already gone through two clips. You're not going to get it."

"I have to. Bo said, trying the lock again. I need to get out of here and find Woody." She pulled on the clip and it bent again. Groaning, she turned to him. "Don't you want to get out of here too? I know you're thinking about Giggle and wondering if she's okay."

"Of course I am, but you know we broke up. We're just too different, it wasn't going to work out."

"I don't believe that for a second. I know you two still care for one another, and when we get out and find them, you're going to tell her that." Bending the clip once more, she stuck it in the lock, jimmied it around and soon heard a click. "Yes, I got it!" She went to take off the lock and push open the door when someone pushed it close, knocking her backwards.

"Not so fast, sweetheart." Prospector Pete looked down at her. He took the lock, locked it again, and glared at her. "Hand over the clips. Now." She glared back, sighed, and took two more clips out of her pant pocket. Pete took them and threw them across the room.

"Let us out. Bo snapped. You got your revenge on Woody, why do you need us?"

"Because I know your husband, you snarky little twit. I know somehow, he is still alive, and I know for a fact that he is going to find his way back to that stupid space toy and his other friends to formulate some plan to get you two back. And when he does, I'll be ready for them, cause it's not just Woody I'm after, it's that space toy and that backstabbing cowgirl!"

"Jessie? Look, I can understand your hatred with Buzz and Woody, but Jessie? She did nothing to you!"

"Oh didn't she? She betrayed me! I had her convinced that she was going to be safe if she stayed in storage and then once we were in Japan, she would be once again adored by children. But that blasted sheriff had to go and change her mind and fill her head with playtime and happy thoughts! And what did she do? She went with him!"

"Because you manipulated her! You destroyed her mentally and emotionally by lying to her and promising her something that she didn't want!"

"I sheltered her from the pain and suffering that a human child would inflict on a toy. Human kids are not to be trusted with toys! They need to admire us from afar instead of manhandling us with their grubby hands. We are collectables!"

"There is more to life than sitting on a shelf. Duke piped up. If there was any toy who knew more about that than anyone, it would be Woody." Bo smiled at Duke. Pete glared at him.

"Nobody asked for your opinion, moustache." Duke's mouth dropped open and he turned away. Pete looked at Bo. "Like it or not, honey, you and Evil Knievel over there are now considered collateral damage. You try to escape or test me in any way, I will hurt you. I won't kill you just yet, not until Woody, Jessie and Lightweight are in my sights. Besides, I don't think Woody wants to see the precious remains of his beloved scattered across the floor when he arrives. I want him to see you alive first." Bo's eyes went wide in shock. This toy was insane. Pete smirked and then walked away, leaving them. Bo moved to the wall and slid down it, feeling even more angry and a little depressed than before. Duke came over to her and sat beside her.

"That man is deranged. He said. Don't worry, Bo. I won't let him hurt you."

"Thank you, Duke. She said softly. I know Woody and Giggle are alive, and I know they will find us, but to be honest, and I hate myself for saying this, but part of me doesn't want them to."

"And the other part?" She turned to him.

"That part wants to see the look on that monster's face when Woody defeats him."