Baffled, Woody could only follow after the pipsqueak, hoping that he didn't blunder right into the middle of a giant monster attack. More importantly, though, did he just say something about someone dying!?

"Hey, hold up a second--!"

But they were interrupted by the intercom, which immediately sent the kid into a rage. Between some of the static and the child's yelling, he couldn't make out as much of the message as he would have liked. But there was something about Doyleton, an idiot named Snow (Snow? What kind of name was that?), and a mess in the Entry Room.

"Landel isn't here," he cut in, doing his best not to sound too annoyed. The kid probably just didn't know any better. And if someone had sewn a bunch of monkey parts onto him, maybe he wasn't entirely sane, either. The kid probably couldn't even help himself.

"Why don't you tell me more about your friend?" Woody added, quieter this time, so he could give the boy something more productive to focus on. "Are you sure she's...actually dead?"

He hated that the words even had to leave his mouth, but there was no getting around it right then.