"Memory"
Woody lay awake in sleeping Bonnie's arms, snuggled between Buttercup and Pricklepants. A queer feeling that was an incongruous mixture of happiness and melancholy tingled in his chest as he studied the star-shaped light patterns the bedside lamp painted against the walls. Images of Andy's smiling face brushed through his mind, growing gradually blurred. No! He wouldn't forget Andy as he had the boy's father, who had been his first owner. What was his name again? Woody frowned, straining to remember. All that came to mind were faint shadows.
His throat tightened and his eyes grew hot. Did toys that were directly handed off eventually forget their previous owners? Jessie certainly hadn't forgotten Emily.
He now loved Bonnie but he was determined to imprint Andy into his memory.
