Disclaimer: I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed, faved or put this story on alert, it means a lot to me. Unfortunately, I do not own Toy Story. Two fifths of the way there! Not stopping now! Thanks to caralina100 for this idea! All you reviewers are really helpful!

After a few moments of being extremely worried, Bonnie began to stir in her mother's arms.

The toys could only hope that Bonnie thought it was all a dream or, even better, not remember it at all.

Their hopes were obliterated.

Bonnie's eyes widened in shock as she stared at her toys.

Ms Anderson gave a sigh of relief and tackled Bonnie into a hug.

"Oh thank God you're OK," Ms Anderson began.

Bonnie's lips quivered slightly.

"T-the toys, t-they're alive," Bonnie stuttered.

"Oh honey..." Ms Anderson began to muttered. "You must hit your head as bad as I thought."

"But Mummy," Bonnie protested. "They were talking."

"Either you've hit your head really bad, or you've just had a bad dream?" Her mother said softly.

"N-no, I didn't hit my head," She stated, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. Why didn't her mother believe her? "They were really talking."

"I think a good night's sleep would do you good," Ms Anderson recommended. Her daughter must've had a bad dream when she was unconscious. Tired little thing.

"But I'm not tired...and they were alive and talking to me,"

Bonnie's mother tightened her embrace around her. Ms Anderson stroked her head for a sign of any lump.

There wasn't one.

"Just come down stairs and I'll make you some warm soup. And then after that you can rest in bed and watch a movie,"

Ms Anderson then began to lead Bonnie out of the room.

"But Mummy I saw them talking," Bonnie claimed. "They were talking to me."

Her mother tried to convince her otherwise as she led Bonnie downstairs.

"Oh just great," Woody commented as they became alive. "It's going to take her ages to believe that she didn't see us."

"Yeah, great going Godzspilla," Hamm remarked. "You gave us all up."

"Thanks a lot," Mr Potato-head added.

Rex just quivered and whimpered.

"Will you all just keep it down," Buzz asked. "No-one's to blame here."

"Yes there is," Hamm said. "And it's the big, green blob standing in front of you."

"I'm not a blob!" Rex defended.

"We shouldn't put the blame on anyone," Buzz told them, raising his hands out in front of him. "How do we know we wouldn't act the same in this situation. I certainly would've acted like Rex did. And I'm sure that everyone else would have as well."

"Potato-head wouldn't," Hamm commented, oblivious to everyone staring at him. "He would've slapped her for touching him."

"Oi back of meat stock," Mr Potato-head ordered, jabbing a finger into Hamm's chest.

"Oh is that the best you can come up with egghead?" Hamm said.

"That's Mr Potato-head to you!"

"Try and make me fatty,"

"That's it," Mr Potato-head confirmed and Hamm was about to charge into the spud when Buzz stood in the way.

"Break it up you two," Buzz told them. "You're only making matters worse."

"Now," Woody began. "We just have to hope that Bonnie eventually forgets all of this happened."

"But Woody," Jessie began in a half-hearted tone. "What if she doesn't?"

Woody's face fell in realization.

"I don't know."

It had been three days, and Bonnie still wouldn't stop going on about her toys. She wasn't herself anymore. She was afraid to even touch them.

Ms Anderson had no choice, she booked her daughter into a physcologist.

"But Mummy," Bonnie protested. "I'm not going crazy. I saw them."

They were now sat in the waiting room.

Her mother sighed.

"Sometime's Bonnie, people imagine things that seem real," Ms Anderson began. "So they have to see someone that'll help them see that there not."

"But they spoke to me, I saw them. You can't say I haven't. You can't say I'm crazy,"

It was then that the last words that Bonnie spoke sunk in.

"But honey, you're not crazy," Her mother told her. "Why would you think that."

"You think it Mum, even though you don't say it, I can tell you think I'm crazy by the way you look at me," Bonnie stated and her expression suddenly became even more serious.

Ms Anderson felt her heart sink in her chest; there was no easy way to break this to her daughter.

She leant over and wrapped her arms around Bonnie, in an embrace.

"I'm sorry Bonnie and I love you. But this is for your own good."

After several moments of silence a receptionist's voice protruded around the room.

"Bonnie Anderson,"

Ms Anderson nudged Bonnie's arm softly.

"Go on, I'll be right outside if you need me.

After Bonnie had seen the therapist, Ms Anderson came into the room and met Dr Jones.

She sat down in front of his desk and he sighed.

"Ms Anderson...I have just had quite a conversation with your daughter and she said she saw her toys alive. Do you have any idea why she might be imagining this?"

Dr Jones was a man in his mid-thirties, with hair that would be black, if it hadn't greyed out and very dark eyes.

She shook her head.

He spoke through some brief details with her and after he was done, she asked:

"Do you know how I can help her?"

Dr Jones considered for a moment.

"Well, whatever she's a child of a young age. Children of that age often tend to imagine things that they comprehend as real. But as they age, their imagination often tends to well...hasten a bit."

"So what are you trying to say?"

"Well what I'm trying to say is that you should get rid of all toys for several years, and then she may just simply forget that she imagined that."

"Get rid of all of them?" She asked. She then realized that would mean she couldn't take Bonnie to Sunnyside.

"Yes all of them. I believe it's the only way to help your daughter."

Ms Anderson swallowed a gulp. But this would all be worth it. Anything would be worth if it'd help Bonnie.

"Okay,"

So she did.

A/N Oooh, what's going to happen next? Thanks again to caralina100 for this idea!

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