Woody this time remembered to hold on to the box properly. It seems they were coming out of a vanity mirror of some sort. He took a good look around at their surroundings, well it certainly was someone’s bedroom. That being Vyer’s bedroom, but that is unknown to them. Woody reached out his head, seeing if anyone was around, he bit his bottom plastic lip in thought.

“Who lives here?” the cowboy doll asked, hoping that Kanaria will be the only one that could possibly give an answer.