Jessie groaned as she sat up and rubbed her head. She couldn't remember anything. She began to take in her surroundings slowly. Her head was still spinning, and she didn't want to faint again by doing something too fast. Buzz was standing near her talking with Woody in a hushed whisper. She strained her ears to hear, but before she could understand anything, Buzz had noticed that she was awake.

"How are you feeling?" he quietly asked as he walked towards her.

She stared up and noticed a black mark under his left eye. She chuckled as she began to recall her furious punches before she blacked out. She was glad that it had left a mark. She cringed as she looked up into his eyes again, and she swiftly looked over at Woody.

Woody came over to join Buzz. He looked at Jessie and silently waited for her to answer. She sighed as she realized she'd have to talk sooner or later.

"I'm fine," she lied.

Buzz visibly exhaled, and Woody wiped his brow. Jessie began to sit up, and Buzz, without any invitation, bent down to help her. She restrained herself from protesting since she was still feeling very sick. She coughed a few times and let her head stop spinning. The three toys fell silent, and it seemed that the whole world had stopped. Woody slowly began to inch himself away from the two, and Jessie glared at him. Woody just flashed her a grin and ran off. "I'm sorry," Buzz apologized, "About everything."

"Thanks," she mumbled.

He sat down across from her and stared into her eyes. She could feel his eyes boring a hole through her forehead, but she didn't look at him. He eventually gave up and looked at the ceiling. He looked at the stars Andy had stuck there a few years ago. He began to count them, one by one, and he noticed that Jessie was doing the same. A small smile crept onto his face, and he looked at her. She continued to gaze up at the ceiling, and it seemed to Buzz that she hadn't noticed that he was watching her.

"Do you like the stars?" he asked.

She looked down at her boots and nodded. Buzz frowned. Something just wasn't right.

"Why won't you look at me?" he questioned.

"What are you talking about?" she countered as she continued to stare at her boots sprawled out in front of her.

"You refuse to look me in the eye," he clarified. "Why is that?"

She gulped. He was much more observant than she thought.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Look at me," he said.

She jumped slightly at the request, but she refused to raise her eyes to his.

"See? You won't look at me. Why?"

Jessie just sat there, too numb to speak. She'd been caught red handed, or in her case, red headed. She silently laughed at her stupid joke. She sure was full of them.

He sighed. "Fine. If you won't tell me, I'll go ask Woody."

She perked up at this. "Woody won't be able to tell you."

"I thought you told Woody everything."

"You'd be surprised at how little he knows."

"Tell me what he doesn't know," Buzz insisted. He leaned in towards her and continued to gaze intently at her. Their eyes met only for a few seconds, and when they did meet, Jessie could see they were brimming full with concern and compassion. She shuddered. His eyes reminded her too much of the past.

"It wouldn't matter even if I told you," she replied. "You wouldn't understand."

"Try me," Buzz said brimming with confidence. He was clueless as to why he should feel so confident. He barely knew the girl, and his past experiences with her were not exactly pleasant. He decided to help anyway. Maybe if they were to get past this little hiccup, he could become friends with her, and maybe after they were friends…he stopped his thoughts in their tracks.

She exhaled. What was wrong with this toy? Why wouldn't he just give up? What was wrong with her? Why was she actually considering telling him what was bothering her? She sighed. Fine. She'd tell him and then deal with the pain of it later. Maybe it would actually help instead of hurt.

"I once had an owner," she slowly started. "Her name was Emily. We did everything together. Name something, anything, and I'm telling you, we did it together."

"Fishing?"

"W-what?" Jessie asked, slightly caught off guard.

"Did you fish together?"

"Y-yes, but why are you asking that?"

"You said to name something, so I did."

She chuckled at this, but then grew serious again. This was not a light subject for her. She wasn't going to let him distract her, but she probably should before she gets too deep and personal. She hadn't trusted someone like this. How did she know that he would understand and accept what she was going to reveal to him? The sad truth was…she didn't.

Buzz narrowed his eyes as he tried to read her mind. She sat there quietly, obviously lost in thought. Whatever was going on, he needed to pay more attention. He promised himself he wouldn't get sidetracked, and he politely asked for her to continue. She nodded her head and did just that.

"I loved Emily. She was my whole world. We seemed inseparable, but in the end, we were. She grew up. I became old and outdated. I was nothing to her anymore. She abandoned me, and I went into storage for a few decades. It was terrible Buzz." She shuddered, and he gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

She wiped away a tear and continued. "I was passed around and I eventually landed in Al's sweaty hands. I was going to go to Japan, and there I would be part of a museum. All we needed now was Woody. When he showed up, I thought that I could live again. I wouldn't ever be played with, but I'd be adored by children for generations, at least, that's what the Prospector had led me to believe. I'm sure glad that you and Woody rescued me from that plane." She stopped short. "Thanks for helping a stranger out like that. I know that you didn't have to do that, but I'm sure glad you did."

Buzz smiled. "You're welcome. I would have done it for any friend of Woody's."

"Oh," her small smile began to fade. "That's nice to know."

"What's the problem then? Am I repulsive or something?"

"No, not at all," Jessie giggled. "Actually…" She trailed off.

"Why won't you look at me? Even now you're avoiding eye contact. I still don't understand. I'm sorry."

She grabbed her knees and pulled them close to her small body. She rested her head on her knees, and Buzz watched as her body began to shake. She was crying, but they were silent sobs. He watched in horror as the beautiful girl continued to cry.

"Jessie!" he exclaimed. "Please tell me what's wrong! I want to help!"

"Oh Buzz!" she cried. "Dontcha get it? You're what's wrong!"

"What? That's preposterous! I haven't done anything…" he stopped. "If you think I've been ignoring you, there is a logical explana-"

"No Buzz, it's not that! You have her eyes! Emily's eyes were just like yours, and when I look at you, I see Emily all over again!"

This time she didn't hold back. Her tears flowed freely, and Buzz, dumbfounded like he often found himself around her, simply placed a hand on her back. He began to gently rub, but no soothing words would come to him.

Author's Note: Now you know what the problem is/was, but how in the world will these two be able to work it out? I'm still trying to figure it out! :P I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and stay tuned! :)