CHAPTER 82

"Okay, let's go." Woody shrugs, walking ahead of me. My eyes widen further and I run in front of him, placing a hand on his chest. "Steady on, Cowboy." I say, wondering why his response is so laid back and calm. I frown at him and he looks back at me blankly, not understanding the issue. "Why are we keeping them waiting?" Woody asks slowly. "We're about to meet my conscious parents. They aren't dead anymore." I tell him clearly. Woody looks at me funnily before reaching up and pointing a finger...