Author's Note: I wanted to have Emily as Andy's mom, due to the popular theory, but I decided this was more emotional for the characters.
Later that day, everyone was dumbfounded by what Woody's new friend said. Buzz is willing to put up with insane things, Woody scaring Sid, even crossing the city street and sneaking through airport, but this takes the cake as one of the most craziest thing that any one of Andy's toys have ever heard.
"You saw Emily?" Woody said, shocked.
"Who's Emily?" Buzz asks, curious.
"Why is Emily?" Rex asks.
"She's Jessie's old owner." Woody said. "She doesn't like to talk about it a lot."
"Well, I'm game for seeing what her life is like." Hamm said.
"See? Hamm gets it. If I wanted to have a quick check up on Emily, then I should have every right to." Jessie said.
"Is this necessary?" Woody asks. "I mean, it's been years since she saw you, she may not remember playing with you."
"I have to check on her, I mean when Andy does grow up, wouldn't you want to check on him from the Attic?"
"Still, though." Jessie said, heading to Andy's windowsill. "It wouldn't hurt to try."
"You can't go out there, the doors could be locked, and you can't go through the chimney." Buzz insisted.
"I know that, so I'll go near the basement." Jessie shrugged. as she opened the window, slid down the gutter pipes and ran to her left, right near Emily's house. As she opened the basement window, which by sheer luck was unlocked by coincidence, she entered the house.
"This is going to go very humiliatingly for her." Mr. Potato Head said. Everyone glared at him.
"Well, we better go after her, c'mon, Woody." Buzz said, heading up to the table.
"Well, we need to be back here before it snows tonight." Woody sighed, worriedly.
In the basement, Jessie was trying not to hyperventilate, being in a dark, scary basement brings back memories of being in storage. And she does not like the idea of the dark without a nightlight. Yet, Andy's too old for that.
"Okay, maybe going in here without a flashlight was a bad idea." Jessie said, feeling stupid.
"Well, it could be worse." A voice said, startling Jessie. Much to her shock, the voice sounded just like her!
"Wait, who's saying that in my voice?"
"This is my voice."
"Okay, stop fooling around, who are you?"
"Wait, why do you sound like me?" Both said as the other figure jumped at and restrained Jessie, she got out of the hold really quickly as the figure stepped further out of the shadows, revealing herself to be another Jessie doll, much to each other's shock.
"You are me!" Both Jessies simultaneously said, backing away from each other in surprise. "Okay, why are you in Emily's house and what are you doing here?"
Then, they noticed they were simultaneously speaking, and they quickly cover their mouth in surprise.
"Why are you here?" Jessie #2 asks.
"And what are you doing here?" Jessie asks.
"I was with the others, and I heard a noise from the basement window."
"And I came here to check up on Emily."
"Emily? She has 4 Daughters, one's in middle school, one's a freshman and two are twins."
"Really? Have you been played with?"
"Well, we each get a chance."
"Wait, does Emily know someone named Al?"
"No, who's Al?"
"Good, I got worried, because what did you mean by "We each get a chance"?" Jessie got confused.
"Well..." Jessie #2 said, nervously. "It's a long story."
The two girls went to a closet on their right, and opened it, and much to Jessie's shock, there were thousands of Jessie dolls in there, much to her surprise.
"How is this possible?" Jessie shouted, surprised, gaining the other Jessies' attention.
"It's a long story, are you sure you wanna hear it?" All the other Jessies asked Jessie.
"Okay," Jessie said, confused. "I'm officially confused right now."