Woody also had bad nights; probably not as many or as severe as Andy, but he had them. Woody’s worse nights were usually after he helped the police on a tough case…an unsolved murder case, a kidnapping, a serial killer, etc. His nightmares made him sleep fitfully and they woke him up, but he didn’t think he screamed out or anything like that…at least not to his knowledge.
“You’re welcome, Andy. Pleased to do it.” There was some progress right there…even though Andy was extremely fidgety, he thanked Woody and even spoke his name. Woody wanted to say more to the cute boy across from him, but he refrained, because it looked like he was going to say more; the nervous precog was just trying to decide what to say, Woody believed.
YES! Woody was right, Andy had A LOT more to say! “I’m glad that you told me all of that, Andy. It doesn’t make me want to leave at all. I have nightmares too…from readings I have, when I help the police with tough cases. I don’t think I sleepwalk, but maybe I just don’t know.” Woody held his hands out, palms forward, “Now, I want to offer you something and I don’t want you to take it the wrong way, okay? If you ever have a bad nightmare and you wake up frightened, you can come sleep with me and we can cuddle. I promise, I will not molest you and I know you won’t molest me, right? We can just give each other comfort…if you want. If you don’t, I won’t be hurt.”