[For a moment, it looks like Buzz's words are ringing true in Woody's ears... that what he's saying is soothing what growing panic is looming on the horizon. True, there's a warring of emotions across the cowboy's face, and it almost settles on reluctant acceptance... But then he shakes his head, pacing away a short distance, hands running over the side of his face.]

No, Buzz, it's not okay.

Andy trusted me to take care of Bonnie. That's my job. That's what he trusted me to do, when he passed me on to the next kid! [The pacing hasn't stopped, anxiety on his shoulders like a heavy cape.] That's what I was made for! Right? We were made to be there for a kid. He gave me to Andy —