"Well, we didn't make plans, exactly..." They hadn't gotten the chance. "I've, uh...been out awhile." That was the only way to describe what had happened to him. Not that Woody wanted to focus on that too much right then, of course. Quite frankly, it gave him the creeps. He was also more worried about Buzz. His heart sank when he realized this young man hadn't seen his pal anywhere around the institute lately.

At that sudden exclamation, though, Woody nearly jumped out of his skin. "WHAT?!" Grip tightening on his flashlight and clothes rod, the former toy threw his arms out in a fit of shock. "What do you mean, kidnapped?!"

As if once wasn't bad enough! Woody already had his hands full with trying to figure out what the heck these freaks had done with their real bodies. The last thing he needed was to lose track of Buzz, too.