AN: A quick one-shot about what a possible future might be for
the toys. Happy for most, but a tragedy for two.  Disclaimer: I
do not own Toy Story. Pixar does.  Watching as the sun rose from
her perch in the rafters, the early morning light peering in
through the small window that had been added long before the
Anderson family had moved into the old house, Jessie let out a
soft sigh as she mentally prepared herself to meet another day.
Dropping to the floor, she hurriedly swept away the daily
concern over being seen by the few inhabitants of the house that
still remained, for the slight thud her boots had made when they
had hit the rough wooden floors of the attic was nowhere near
enough to draw attention to the activities of the unknow house
guests. Besides, on a weekend morning, Bonnie would still be
sleeping until she had to head on out to work, cutting out the
dangers of one human, while Mrs. Anderson had begun to lose her
hearing to old age a few months ago, nullifying the second
threat she posed to th