Woody lay on his side, his face tense in the throes of a nightmare. He tossed and turned, murmuring softly in his sleep, the dream gripping him tightly. Suddenly, his eyes flew open, wide with fear, as the remnants of the nightmare lingered in his mind.

Woody sat up, shaking the sleep from his mind. He glanced at his arm, the one he had seen broken in his dream, and a shiver ran through him. Without a second thought, Woody leapt off the shelf, determined to leave before the dream could become reality.

Buzz Lightyear noticed Woody trying to make his way out. "Woody, where are you going?" he asked, stepping forward with a puzzled look. At that moment, Andy Davis entered the room, his eyes widening as he caught sight of Woody.

Andy Davis asked softly, "Woody, why are you trying to leave?" Woody hesitated, then recounted the nightmare, his voice wavering with emotion. "I dreamed you threw me away because my arm was broken," he confessed.

Andy Davis chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Woody, I would never throw you away for something like that. A broken arm can be fixed," he assured, gently lifting Woody to inspect the imagined damage. His words were a balm to Woody's troubled mind.

Woody smiled, a wave of relief washing over him. Buzz Lightyear clapped him on the back, "See, Woody? There's nothing to worry about," he said warmly. The room was filled with a renewed sense of security, as Woody realized he was truly home.