The sun began to sink behind the other houses as the yard sale was wrapped up. Unsold items were either hauled onto a donation truck or put in boxes to be stored in the attic. It wasn't soon after the portable tables were stored away that Andy's bedroom door opened a crack and Buster barged in with Woody riding on his back. All the toys crowded around the dog and Woody asking question after question. Woody ignored their burning questions and pushed through the hoard of toys. After he finally squeezed through the crowd, Woody stumbled upon Jessie standing with her arms crossed and a displeased look on her face. "Jessie," Woody said. "I'm-I'm sorry about before, but Bo-"

"Save it, Woody," Jessie said heatedly.

"But, Jessie-"

"I understand," Jessie said. "You had to save poor little Bo Peep because she's special to you. I get it. You don't care about the rest of us."

"That's not true," Woody said defensively. "I care about every single one of these toys. I was just following the 'No Toy Left Behind' policy."

"Woody, did you ever stop to think that if you got sold, even if you were with Bo Peep, that you be abandoning us?" Jessie asked. Woody was speechless.

"I never thought about that." Woody said.

"Of course you didn't." Jessie said before turning and leaving Woody to think. He turned around and saw all the other toys staring.

"Alright, move along, nothing to see here." He said scattering the toys. Woody searched the room looking for something to fill time. Now that Bo had been sold, he had to fill the space that was now empty. Jessie stormed away from the scene and into the toy box. She crawled into a corner and pulled her knees to her chest.

"Jessie, are you alright?" Buzz asked trying to keep his voice calm. "I witnessed the altercation between you and Woody and was wondering if you were okay."

"I'm fine, Buzz," Jessie murmured.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"No," Jessie admitted glumly. Buzz stepped closer to her but kept his distance. It was then that Jessie blurted out everything, her feelings, her thoughts, and everything in between. At one point she thought about stopping herself, but she had already said so much it didn't matter anymore.

"Jessie, I'm-I'm sorry," Buzz said stunned. "I don't know what to say."

"It's okay," Jessie said feeling a weight lifting off her shoulders. "I'm just glad to tell someone all of it."

"I'm glad to help," Buzz said. "Is there anything else?"

"Yeah," Jessie answered. "About before, before the yard sale, what was that all about?"

"You're my yard sale buddy," Buzz answered simply. "I didn't want you to be accidentally given away."

"Thanks, Buzz," Jessie said with a sweet smile.

"No problem, Jessie," he said before exiting the toy chest with Jessie right behind him. When she dropped to the floor, Bullseye came to her side and gave her a questioning look.

"Yeah, Bullseye," she admitted. "You were right."