02: [video]
((A few hours after this log.))
[A panicked young girl's face appears on the comm.]
I-I... I'm sorry, but does anyone know how to sew? Or know where to buy stuffing for a toy?
P-please! It's urgent!
((Earlier today.))
[Jane left another art class utterly humiliated. She stared down at the hideous drawing in her hands and cringed, feeling even worse as she remembered how beautiful Rapunzel's current work of art had been. It had made her pathetic attempt look even more like trash. Which was right were she tossed her horrible excuse for a drawing. Right into the first trash can she came across.]
Argh! I am quitting that class right away, I--
[She gasped when she suddenly saw a furry pink arm lying on the ground beside the trash can, and a look of pure horror came upon her face.
There lay Mr. Lotso, completely motionless, in a pile of his own stuffing.
Cut to now, right after Jane made her distressed video message. She worriedly sits in her dorm, beside her bed, looking at the unconscious and practically deflated teddy bear she had gently placed there. What should she do? Should she have taken him to the infirmary instead? Or a toy repair shop? Was there even one on the island...?
Her sewing box sits on her lap, but she can't bring herself to open it. She had done a terrible job sewing up the bear's side before.
She holds back guilty tears, thinking that that must be precisely the reason why his wound tore open again.]
I'm so sorry, Mr. Lotso...
[A panicked young girl's face appears on the comm.]
I-I... I'm sorry, but does anyone know how to sew? Or know where to buy stuffing for a toy?
P-please! It's urgent!
((Earlier today.))
[Jane left another art class utterly humiliated. She stared down at the hideous drawing in her hands and cringed, feeling even worse as she remembered how beautiful Rapunzel's current work of art had been. It had made her pathetic attempt look even more like trash. Which was right were she tossed her horrible excuse for a drawing. Right into the first trash can she came across.]
Argh! I am quitting that class right away, I--
[She gasped when she suddenly saw a furry pink arm lying on the ground beside the trash can, and a look of pure horror came upon her face.
There lay Mr. Lotso, completely motionless, in a pile of his own stuffing.
Cut to now, right after Jane made her distressed video message. She worriedly sits in her dorm, beside her bed, looking at the unconscious and practically deflated teddy bear she had gently placed there. What should she do? Should she have taken him to the infirmary instead? Or a toy repair shop? Was there even one on the island...?
Her sewing box sits on her lap, but she can't bring herself to open it. She had done a terrible job sewing up the bear's side before.
She holds back guilty tears, thinking that that must be precisely the reason why his wound tore open again.]
I'm so sorry, Mr. Lotso...