Epilogue

It was winter break, and Bonnie and her mom were grocery shopping, buying the foods they needed for Christmas dinner. Bonnie held onto Forky as they went from aisle to aisle.

"Well, well, well," Said a familiar voice. "If it isn't the current owner of all of my childhood toys, little Bonnie." Bonnie looked up, and knew immediately who it was. It was Andy. He, too, was on his winter break, and was shopping for Christmas dinner for himself and his family.

Bonnie didn't know what to do. She knew she should be polite, and greet him back, but the words just didn't come out. What if he asked her about Woody? What would happen if she told him that she hasn't played with him in a long time, and he mysteriously disappeared? Her five-year old heart just couldn't take all of this stress.

"Hi, Andy." Mrs. Anderson greeted. "How's college?"

"College is college. It's a lot of work, but I'm surviving."

"Good." She looked down at her daughter. "What do you say, Bonnie?"

"Hello." Bonnie managed to say. Andy then noticed Forky.

"Who's that? Did you make that yourself? It's really good." Bonnie showed him Forky.

"Thanks, this is Forky. I made him the first day of kindergarten so I wouldn't be lonely." Andy smiled.

"Forky, interesting name. You wouldn't expect a spork to be called that." Bonnie realized something, then was disappointed.

"Oh, I didn't know."

"It's okay. You made him, so you should be able to name him whatever you want." Bonnie cheered up at this.

"And it was kindergarten orientation, sweetie." Bonnie's mom reminded her.

"Right. Kindergarten orin...Orinta...what my mom said." Andy changed the subject.

"So, the last time I saw you, I donated all of my favorite toys to you. How are they? How's Woody? Have you been playing with him, and taking good care of him like you promised?" Bonnie dreaded this. She didn't know what to tell him. Her mom nudged her. She looked up at her.

"It's alright, Bonnie." Mrs. Anderson assured her daughter. "He'll understand. Tell him." Bonnie still was uncertain about what was going to happen, but trusted her mom. She took a breath, and let it out. She looked at Andy.

"I'm sorry." She began. "Please don't hate me, but I love Forky now, and haven't been taking good care of him. I...lost him." Andy looked disappointed.

"Oh." He was then mad, and looked at Bonnie. "You little brat! You promised me, and a promise is a promise; I hate you!" Bonnie's heart broke.

Forntunatly, that was all in Bonnie's head. Although he didn't really say that, the little girl was still scared at what Andy was really going to say. He still was disappointed though.

"Oh."

"I'm sorry." She said again. "I swear he was in my backpack, but when I opened it when we got back from our road trip, he was gone. I promise. I'll find him, and play with him every day."

"No, you don't need to do that."

"But I broke my promise. I disappointed you. You trusted me, and I lost him."

"True, I'm disappointed, but it will be really odd to see a grown man have a temper tantrum over toys. It'll be unrealistic. Don't you think?"

"I guess so." She brightened up. "So, you're not mad at me, and forgive me?"

"I forgive you, and was never mad at you. It's not your fault. Woody is just a toy after all, and you're not me. You have different tastes." Bonnie nodded. She felt so relieved. Now that she thought about it, she never knew why she would be so worried in the first place. She still felt bad, but felt so much better.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"When I was a kid, and swore I left my toys somewhere in a certain spot, they'll be gone, or moved somewhere else." Bonnie was shocked. That's exactly what happened to her.

"Really?" Andy nodded.

"I swear they're alive because what other explanation is there?"

"Hey, yeah!"

"And if you do find Woody, that'll be great. But if you never find him, that's okay too. I have a feeling that if Woody was alive, he's happy just where he is."

"You think?"

"Yeah, I really do." Bonnie was still unsure of this, but let it go, and smiled.

"I think so too."

They talked for a few more minutes, then it was time for all of them to go. They said their goodbyes, and Andy pushed his cart onwards.

"Feel better now, Bonnie?" Her mom asked.

"Yeah!" Bonnie replied. Her mom smiled, and both mother and daughter went onwards too.

Forky was happy that his small owner was happy. And somehow, he knew Woody was too.