Woody was standing in a vibrant green field full of dandelions, daisies, violets, pansies, and roses. The ground was alive with color, he had never seen so many pretty colors in one place before. And a gentle breeze was lightly stroking his face. He knelt down to soak in the fragrance of the blossoms and smiled, though he suddenly felt very lonely. "What good is all this magnificent beauty, if you have no one to share it with?" He cried, hanging his head. He closed his eyes, trying to see her in his mind. He felt a light tap on his shoulder, but ignored it, then a heavier tap. He lifted his head and saw a...a bluebird of all things chirping at him. "Hi, little fellow," Woody sighed. "What do you want?" The bird flew behind him singing, almost beckoning the cowboy to follow.

"No thanks," Woody said glumly. "I'd rather just be miserable right now." The bird flew around his head several times, then pecked on his badge, and pulled until Woody was standing on his feet. "All right. What is it you want to show me?" He asked reluctantly. The bluebird flew back and forth towards a small ridge, so Woody slowly followed it.

He'd just reached the ridge when the bluebird sang melodiously. The cowboy was still surrounded by living colors when he saw something up ahead of him, shining in the sunlight. His heart started racing as he stepped forward, then just...stopped.

Her blue eyes were perfectly equal with the sky. Her pink and white dress gave off a picture of elegance. Her white skin glistened brightly under the sun's smiling rays. But most of all, there was her sweet, wistful smile-the smile, her smile! The mesmerized cowboy quivered profusely from his broad-brimmed hat down to the toe tips of his sturdy boots. His strong heart thudded like a bongo drum. The little bluebird sang happily and perched itself on Woody's shoulder, batting its beady little black eyes at him. Woody glanced down at the cheerful little creature and smiled widely.

"Hey, thanks ever so much, little fella," Woody said. The little bird flew away. Woody's heart caught into his throat as he gazed at his beloved Bo Peep. He was afraid to move one foot in front of the other, but he forced one boot forward, then lept toward her. She turned and gazed at him, her face mingled with pain, joy, and tears of awe.

"Woody!" She cried, with her hands covering her mouth.

"Bo! Bo, it's me! I'm coming!" Woody called in a strangled voice. It felt as if he was running in slow motion, but every pounce brought him closer and closer to her. Bo threw down her staff and ran to him with all her might. She was almost in his arms!

But just as he outstretched his hands toward her as she was about to leap onto his chest, the sky and everything around them suddenly became dark like a thunderstorm and Bo evaporated into a cloud of pixie dust, just as Woody nearly grasped her in a tight embrace! She disappeared in his hands, right before his eyes! "Wha...B...Bo? Bo!" Woody cried in despair and shock. What had happened? She'd looked so real. Had she been merely a figment of his imagination and wishful thinking? His heart had said differently when he'd laid his eyes on her. Was his mind playing tricks on him? "Bo!" He called out desperately, hoping she'd answer.

What he got in response was a monotone voice, laughing evilly, that sounded as if it was right on top of him! "Wha-what's going on?!" Woody demanded, frantically glancing around but seeing nothing but dark clouds.

"You're too late, cowboy." A slithering, unfamiliar voice taunted him. "She doesn't need you anymore. She doesn't belong with you anymore." Then the voice snickered again. Woody fell to his knees in utter dismay...

"Wha-!" Woody gasped as he bolted up from his sleeping position at the foot of Bonnie's bed. It was a bright, sunny day. Everyone was off doing their own thing. Woody panted and rubbed his face in exasperation. Buzz had heard his yelp and lept onto the bed next to his friend.

"Woody, you all right?" Buzz asked.

"Huh? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." Woody puffed.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I just...need some air." Woody sighed and getting to his feet, he departed from the bedroom.

Woody made his way to the front porch and sat down with his elbows resting on his knees, deeply pondering his heartbreaking dream, and his real life.

Woody's best friend in the whole world was Buzz Lightyear, the brave, thoughtful, dependable space ranger. Jessie, the spirited, sweet cowgirl was Woody's sister, and now Buzz's adored wife! Woody loved both of them more than he could say and his joy for them was equally as full as his affection for them. His playful horse Bullseye would stick with him no matter what, as did faithful old Slinky Dog who would go to any length for his cowboy pal. Rex the timid but lovable dinosaur looked to Woody for guidance and protection, and life wouldn't be the same without Rex. Optimistic Princess Mitsy, the 'orphaned' teenager doll who had literally crashed into their gang, had warmed her way into Woody's heart and he loved her and looked out for her as if she were his own daughter. Now she had her long lost dog, Jack, a loyal stuffed German Shepherd who had been through places he wanted to forget, and he easily fit into Woody and Buzz's circle of friendship...now. Mr. Potato Head and Woody had never started the day on the right foot, yet they knew that they could rely on each other if anything threatened to harm their friends. Mrs. Potato Head looked after everyone as a mother, especially her boys the aliens and now Bonnie's three peas-in-a-pod. Woody was grateful for the Potato Heads, though he and the grouchy old man would hardly ever admit it. Hamm the quick-witted smart alek may scratch everyone's nerves with his excessive vocabulary, but he could still get a laugh out of someone with it at times. Chuckles, the clown with emotional scars from his past, was learning to smile and live again.

Woody had a wonderful family, and a great kid too! Bonnie was precious and adorable. Though the toys had to remain inanimate while under her eye, they all loved Bonnie so much and Woody would do whatever it took to make her happy, and keep her safe. There were times when she'd have a rough day at school and hold him close to herself on the bed-she didn't choose him every time. Sometimes she used other toys.-, tell him her troubles, and sometimes cry on him. Woody always wished he could wipe her tears away and tell everything was gonna be okay, but he hoped that the hugs Bonnie was pressing on him would be enough to comfort her.

Woody's mind went back to Bo Peep. He hoped she wasn't wasting her life away, though he longed to know that she missed him. Was she okay? Had she forgotten him? No. She couldn't have. She made a promise to be his darling alone. But that dream...what was it? Just a dream? A vision of things to come? He prayed not! Woody grasped the sides of his head as a thousand anxious thoughts rushed through his marbles. He truly hoped that Bo was happy, and safe and being treated well. Was she? How should he know? Would he ever know? What if she'd found someone else to fill the hole in her heart when she'd left Andy's? Well, as long as she was happy and loved, that's what mattered. That's what Woody kept telling himself though he wanted to be her hero all over again. But...what if she wasn't? What if she was miserable, and in danger? What if she was being treated as a useless object instead of a toy? What if she'd had a terrible accident and been shattered to pieces?

All these nerve-wrecking questions and fears, and no way to find the answers for the lovesick cowboy.