A/n I wanted to make a chapter focusing on Woody's perspective when Zurg came in to the carnival but then this came out instead and was a lot better. You'll see why.

Rex looked out the window of the small house, he usually did, which was a common activity that he did with Hamm. It was a naturally soothing activity that he had started upon waking up as a dinosaur. He fondly remembered the deputy greeting him with open arms, with Slinky, Bo Peep, the green soldiers, and Mr Potato Head, he remembered string them off the bed turning away and most of the others landing with a thud save for the deputy. The deputy had merely hung on to the bed and ran back at him with a Andy's old baby blanket, wrapped him up in it and restrained him, in hugging around his neck, that was heavy and comforting, then directing him to the window on the first night being awake, when Andy was sleeping, the dinosaur sat there for hours alongside the deputy and Hamm.

Rex saw a car pull up that night in front of the car, a figure leaped out of the passenger side, then closed the door with a loud smack.

"It's Andy!" Rex announced, down a series of tunnels leading directly into Bonnie's room.

"Andy's here!"

"Hey, it's my first big boy!" Hamm chimed in. "And the vehicle is leaving the grounds!"

"Andy?" Buzz Lightyear, the toy, said as he came out of the crowd.

"He came back!" Slinky said. "This is surprising, he isn't done with college quite yet."

"Andy. . ." Buzz said.

The Space Ranger fled out of the corner of the doorway as the Trixie the triceratops followed, galloping behind him, Rex, tagged behind them, speeding through the small corridor into the living room. They came to a pause in their tracks once reaching it, Bonnie was crying, Andy was holding her, with a old tattered large cowboy hat in his hand. Buzz paused in his tracks then back up toward the crying young girl. He looked up toward Andy then toward the cowboy hat. If Buzz Lightyear had a heart, it would be broken into pieces. Someone found Woody. The young man looked aside, down, toward the old hat, then back toward the young girl. The reactions of his current and his former child said something wasn't good about Woody.

"I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay, Bonnie."

"I promised to take care of him."

"I made the same promise to my mom." was the assurance, Bonnie's mom eased, Andy's hand set on her shoulder. "I lost Woody and-why don't you speak of the devil, there he is."

Buzz became toy made as he were picked up.

"Woody may be gone, but, he always finds a way back. Always." the mother sat beside her daughter along with the two dinosaurs between them. "One time, I lost Woody and Buzz at Pizza Planet."

"Once?"

"They found their way back to me," Andy said. "Landed in the box in the van while moving to a new house." Bonnie's eyes widened. "Flew right in." Andy made sound effects of the landing. "I heard them, both."

"Buzz can fly?" Bonnie asked.

"Actually, I tried that." Andy looked toward the Space Ranger with amusement in his eyes. "He can fall, WITH STYLE! I opened my window and sent him off, duct taped a rubber ducky, and he landed right in the van!"

"IN THE VAN?"

"In the van! I did it often with Buzz and Woody, sometimes Buzz flew toward me and hit me right at the forehead instead of landing in the van."

"Aww, can't do that here." Bonnie hung her head.

"And speaking of Woody being lost in some other universe because of the EVIL EMPEROR ZURG!" he shook Buzz Lightyear in the air. "One time I lost Woody and Rexy at New York city." then the older owner added. "Guess how I found them?"

"They landed in your lap!"

"No, I sat on them, on the air plane."

"You sat on Woody!"

"I sat on him!"

"How did you not break him?"

"He's a cowboy, cowboys don't break easily."

"Will I see Woody again?"

"He found his way to you, he'll find his way back, no matter the distance, he's got your back."

"Do you think. . . he has . . ."

"I think he does, it doesn't matter if your good or bad, he's your friend. From that drone footage, it really looks like, well, that he needs a friend, like he's really lonely, and very, very, very sad. Like he lost his Buzz Lightyear."

"He stole another one." Bonnie whined. "Why couldn't he have left Woody?"

"A toy Buzz Lightyear." Andy waved Buzz Lightyear then set him down on to the table. "Once Woody is done being there for him, you'll find him with the other toys."

And Buzz, beyond all reason, beyond all sound logic, had a very distinct feeling that he weren't going to see Woody for a very long time. Bonnie's mother carefully took the toys then moved them out of the living room and put them back into her bedroom and exited. Buzz withdrew out of the closet, shell shocked, staring at the closed door. He had always imagined, coming across Woody, one of these days long after Bonnie and catching up how life was going for one another. He sat down on a toy dealing with all these emotions, looking down at his hands, wondering, is that how it felt to survive the first toy that he had met? The first friend, the first lifeform, the first 'mean girl' that he came across as a toy beginning to learn the ropes of existence. Woody was older than he was, roughly, if he had to bet, over sixty, perhaps seventy, well experienced, still stuck as a young man in his thirties, frozen in time, long after his show went into the background.

And soon enough, one way or another, he was going to survive, survive them all. He looked toward Jessie who was rubbing her shoulder, approaching the Space Ranger. His heart was torn into a thousand pieces then set ablaze leaving a hollow point in his chest. He clenched against his chassis, feeling as though it were hard to breathe, his first friend, gone. Just like that. Never talk to him, ever again. Never see his figure in the shadows, never see him ever again, he wrapped his arms around his chest, plagued by feeling of words that he hadn't said, words that he should have said, not just fulfilled by a hug. He was such a young toy in contrast to the older toy, someone who still found it appropriate to share a hug, and nothing else, along with a "Goody-bye." Jessie put her hand on his shoulder as his figure started to break apart with tears coming down his plastic skin. Tears that would be impossible for a toy, but not for a being that was just as alive.

Buzz was caught up into a hug by Potato Head, Slinky, Hamm, and the rest of the toys.

"I. . . miss him."