Buzz, Woody, Jessie, Wheezy, Slinky, Potato Head, Jack, Bullseye, and Mitsy were all exhausted from their narrow rescue. They all agreed they could catch up with Wheezy and everyone else in the morning, but Buzz strongly suggested they all try to get some rest. Jiminy stuck by Wheezy, seeing as he was in a new place, and kept reassuring him that he was safe, after being stuck in the clutches of the Spikes Toy Gang.
Mitsy didn't sleep at all that night, even as she lay back against Jack's soft, comforting body. She kept telling herself, "We're home now. We're safe. Nothing here will harm us." But she was still so afraid. She'd innocently believed she was safe, playing around in the yard just that morning, yet...oh, she knew there were wonderful friends all over the room who would protect her, yet she was scared. She kept expecting one of the villains to sneak inside through Bonnie's window and take her away forever. Mitsy shuddered, tightly gripping her hair for a while, then curled up next to Jack and clung to him.
Woody did finally sleep, but it wasn't peaceful at all. He had terrible dreams, and the worst part was that in those dreams, he was firmly duct taped and stapled against a wall, unable to protect those he loved. His mind was a series of endless torments: Wheezy, being made of rubber, was torn to shreds by Sid's dog Scud; Slinky was crushed under the wheels of a dump truck, flat as a pancake; Rex was locked in a dark room and could see nothing around himself but frightening posters of scary movie images; Bullseye got lost in the park and was shipped away to the Congo, unable to return home; Andy was a boy again, crying at night in bed missing his dad, and Scar from The Lion King repeatedly whispering to him that it was Andy's fault his father was gone; Jessie was tied up and gagged, tossed and firmly locked inside a black toolbox then buried underground; Spike taunted Jack by dropping Mitsy down into a live volcano, then he ripped the dog up 'til he was nothing but a strand of thread; Bo Peep was viciously thrown on a concrete floor by Lotso, and shattered into tiny shards of glass; and Bonnie was not only lost, but also chased by starving, hostile alley dogs until the trapped and surrounded her at a brick wall!
Buzz and Jessie had to wake Woody up several times because he was thrashing and whimpering in his sleep. His face was pained with terror and he was shaking violently when he opened his eyes. "Easy, cowboy. It's all right. We're all home, and safe." Buzz told him soothingly over and over again. Buzz and Jessie tried to calm him, but he always had another fit of tossing and turning, and shrieking in his sleep. After the fourth time, Woody decided to go check on Mitsy. He found her awake, huddled next to Jack.
"Hey there, Little Bit. Did you heave a bad dream?" Woody asked, kneeling next to her.
"No. I-I can't sleep," She said lowly.
"Well, it's better than having bad dreams." Woody said, and sat down beside her.
"Oh, Woody," Mitsy cried and crawled into his lap, putting her arms around him. "Thank you." She whispered.
"F-for what?" Woody sputtered, but returned the much needed embrace he'd been so heartlessly deprived of hours ago.
"For being you." Mitsy said sadly. "For trying to get me out of that case."
"But...I-I wasn't able to protect you!" Woody exclaimed. "How could can you possibly thank me? I couldn't even do this when you needed it most! I failed you, Little Bit. I'm so sorry!"
"Don't you see, Big Guy? You were there! You were with me." Mitsy interjected. "That's what I'm really trying to say 'thank you' for. You tried, you did your best! What matters to me is that you were there!" She smiled sadly.
"Y-you're welcome, Little Bit," Woody gulped. Then Mitsy gripped him more tightly. "Are...are you still scared?"
"Mmm-hmm." Mitsy nodded solemnly. "I know I shouldn't be. But I can't help it!"
"Mitsy, no one is going to blame you for being afraid after what those thugs did to us." Woody told her, rubbing her hair.
"W-Woody? Is...is the window locked?"
"No. It'll be okay, Little Bit. No one is going to come in here and take you away." Woody said reassuringly.
"You don't know that." Mitsy looked up at him anxiously. "I want to believe that, but...but it's so hard."
"Well, if it'll make you feel better, I'll make sure it's sealed tight."
"Th-thank you," Mitsy said shakily. Woody kept his word and returned to her after insuring there was no foul play on the premises and locking the windows. "Thanks, Big Guy. That makes me feel a little better." Mitsy faintly smiled.
"Sure. Goodnight, Little Bit," Woody lightly kissed the top of her head. "Everything's okay." He said, patting her small hand.
"Good-night, Sheriff." Mitsy finally fell asleep an hour before dawn. Neither she nor Woody had noticed the figure that had kept himself well hidden and observing them the whole time from outside the house!