As the Cowboy Doll left, the Cowgirl was by herself, LITERALLY. Now, she has a lot of things on her plate, Emily coping with a divorce, and her dopplegangers dealing with being treated like 3rd class compared to the other dolls upstairs, with this in mind, she asks her copies this, "So, what do you want to do tonight?"

"We'll get the cards and Chess Game!" Her counterparts said, happily as they ran to the toy chest.

A Jessie doll walked up to Jessie, asking, "You really want to stay with us?"

"Just to see what Emily is up to, and to help you as well." Jessie said.

"Why would we need any help? It's not like we're in danger or anything."

"Well, how many of you get played with by Emily's daughters?"

Then some of them stop and look at each other in concern, when was the last time Joan and/or Kate played with any of the dolls they have in the basement?

"Well, we get played with 4 times a month..." A Jessie Doll said, shrugged. "But..."

"All of you rarely get played with?" Jessie said, stunned.

"Yeah, that's the gist of it." Her dopplegangers said, cringing.

"Look, we need to get you into Joan and Kate's rooms." Jessie said, heading back to the grate as she grabs one of them and drags them with her.

"I dunno," One of her dopplegangers said, warily. "Those other versions of us upstairs seem really mean..."

"I know, I've met them." Jessie said in disgust as she crosses her arms. "I pretty much hate them already."

"Look, they're just..." One Jessie said, warily.

"What, Entitled? Spoiled?" Jessie said, incredulously. "You don't have to deal with that, now come on."

Looking at each other, the doppleganger dolls followed her into the grate, but at the same time, surrounding her and crowding her at the same time, making her hyperventilate as a result, much to the others' confusion.

"You're breathing really fast again." Some of the dolls said.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Jessie said, lying as she grimaces. "Just not used to being in a crowd... Now what are you waiting for?"

None of her dopplegangers were buying it as they looked really concerned for her. "Are you sure?"

"I'M. FINE." Jessie said, sternly as she gets annoyed. "Just dealing with bad flashbacks..." Then, she covers her mouth, realizing what she just said.

"Bad flashbacks?" The Dopplegangers asks. "Of what...?"

"Fine..." Jessie sighed, rubbing her shoulder. "Emily was my first owner before Andy...She was my whole world. She told me her secrets, kept me close when she was sad, and took me everywhere, even the places that were special to her." The girl laughed as she said, "Her favorite place was to a tree on top of a hill which had a tire swing and we used to stay on that tire for hours until sunset..."

"What happened?" One Jessie asks.

"Well, Emily was becoming a teenager," Jessie sighed. "And one day she had a friend round and the friend took the pillow I was leaning against and I fell behind the bed. She didn't seem to notice as she was too busy growing up without me...I was her best friend in the whole world and she didn't even notice me anymore...I was under the bed for years, that is until Emily dropped her makeup and rolled it under the bed, that's how she found me and gave me a warm smile. When she took me to the same hill went to together, I thought it was going to be like old times." Then the cowgirl cringed as she sniffed, "But instead, she put me into a donation for a charity shop, she put me in a box with some other Woody's Round Up items and got back in the car without saying goodbye to me. For years, I have been in storage and when Al found me in the eighties, I was in a box again and back in storage, with Bullseye, the Prospector."

The doubles could only cringe. She used to have an owner and her kid has abandoned her. And years in storage without someone to love and play with her didn't do any good either.

"Then, I met Woody, and long story short, I'm at Andy's house with a new kid. Still, it hurts thinking about what happened all those years..." Jessie said, sinking to her knees.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that." A Jessie doll said.

"How did you survive so long being in the box without going insane?" Another asks.

"I'm a tough girl," Jessie said. "Just like on my show, but I still get memories of what happened."

"Do you need a minute?" A Jessie said, worried.

"I think I do..." Jessie sighed. "Or something to take my mind off of this for now..."

"Chess?" A Jessie asks.

"Sure, that would actually help for now."