Woody was about to drift off to sleep...until he heard a soft cry. He softly sighed, getting up from his cozy bed. A few years ago, Woody adopted a kid. they just looked so alone when they first met...he had to help. Woody peered in the door, to see them crying, confirming the problem. This happened every few weeks or so. He gently sat at the foot of their bed, slowly managing words, because he still wasn't that great at speaking

"Hey...what's w-wrong...angel?"