"Guilt"
Rex trembled with frustration. He'd never get rid of this guilt!
"Woody, we're awful sorry for thinking you killed Buzz and for throwing you out of the van," Slinky said, bumping Rex as he wobbled forward. "Can you forgive us?"
Rex sighed with relief as he struggled to regain his balance. Trust Slinky, with his natural openness, to express what he couldn't, what was in fact so difficult for the rest of them.
"Hey, it's okay." Woody patted Slinky's head and smiled at the rest of them. Warmth spread through Rex. Did this mean that they were all friends again?
