That night, while Andy slept peacefully, Jessie sat on the windowsill enjoying the warm night air. "Hey, Jess," Woody said interrupting her peaceful moment. Jessie looked over at him neither angry nor sad anymore. "About today, with the yard sale, I didn't mean for it to happen the way it did. I didn't mean to hurt you or the other toys. I wasn't thinking straight and…I'm sorry."
"Its okay, Woody," Jessie said. "I forgive you."
"You do?" he asked.
"Yeah," Jessie said. "I just – felt overwhelmed but I'm good now."
"So you're really not upset at me?" Woody asked.
"I am still…a little, but not like before." Jessie answered. "I kinda talked about it all with Buzz earlier." She could feel her cheeks burning when she said his name.
"Oh, I guess that's good." Woody said uneasily. "Isn't it?"
"Yeah, it's good." Jessie said unable to stop smiling.
"Well, I'm glad." Woody said. "I hope everything…works out well…with that."
"Thanks, Woody," Jessie said. "You're a good friend."
"So are you, Jessie," Woody said. "Goodnight,"
"Goodnight," Jessie said watching as Woody left Andy's desk and hopped onto his bed. She looked over at Buzz and got a butterfly feeling. Everything turned out fine, just like Jessie promised.
