The morning sun spilled through Bonnie’s window, catching dust motes that danced like tiny galaxies around Buzz’s helmet. He’d already finished his perimeter check of the toy box when he found Jessie perched on the bedpost, staring out at the empty backyard with that quiet, faraway look she got when the tablet glowed louder than laughter. Without a word, Buzz crossed the carpet and offered his hand, thumb brushing her lasso like he was asking for a dance instead of a mission. “uhh.. Still think the galaxy needs saving, Sheriff?” he asked, voice low enough that only she could hear. Jessie smiled — not her big rodeo grin, but the small, real one she saved just for him — and took his hand. “Maybe today,” she said, “we save each other.”