"Bo?" He whispered. The next sound was music to his ears.
"Woody?"
Woody froze as Bo's sweet voice echoed through his head. It had been an eternity since he had heard that beautiful music.
The room was silent as Bo slowly came back to life. Her signature blush slowly crept back into her cheeks; her curls fell from over her shoulders to rest against her neck once again. Her fingers loosened from around her shepherd's crook and it clattered to the floor.
Woody rushed forward and picked it up from where it had landed. He climbed back up on the bed to see that Bo had fallen to her knees on the base of her lamp, one hand covering her face. He knelt down before her and held out the Shepherd's Crook.
"Well hello there, little lady." He whispered softly.
Her hand dropped from her face and she looked up at Woody. "You kept your promise." She placed her hand on top of his and together they stood.
"Hey, I'm a toy of my word." Woody said back. Bo took a step towards him but lost her balance. She fell forward and right into Woody's arms. She laughed a little bitterly as she stood herself up, Woody's arms still around her waist. "Bo, what happened to you?" Woody asked, his voice full of concern.
She laughed again as he put her arms around his neck. "I spent the last year and a half in a box in the attic. After not moving for that long, it takes a little practice."
While she spoke, she wrapped her fingers in Woody's bandana, twirling the knot around her fingers. The smooth cloth untied itself and fell from around Woody's neck. Bo's eyes fixed themselves to his neck.
"Bo? What's wrong?" Woody asked, very confused. He watched Bo's eyebrows shoot up and then knit themselves together as she put one hand against his neck.
"You kept it." She whispered as she ran her fingers across the smooth blue silk that had once been her hair ribbon. "After all these years, you kept it." His hand flew to the ribbon and he smiled.
"Of course I did." Woody said. "I could never let you go." He leaned in close to her. "I love you, oh so much."