The wind whipped at the shivering frame of Mrs. Lovett as she lead her new husband down to the water. For the past few days they had been busy with tending to the shop: besides closing up both upstairs and down they had needed to dispose of any... potentially harmful evidence. Mrs. L personally declared one evening that she was sick and tired of meat pies and seriously doubted if she would be eating (or making) said food ever again.

"Mr.T," she remarked, "I was thinking that we need a new start. Sell the shop, and maybe we could travel to somewhere a bit brighter. You know, love, now that the judge is gone. "

Mr. Todd, relieved as he was to be rid of the Judge, seemed to be irreversibly scarred by the brutal taking of his wife and the subsequent years he had spent wishing hell upon another. It was for this reason that it surprised Mrs. Lovett endlessly when he agreed to move. She asked him if he would marry her. He nodded, not making eye contact.

They ended up moving to the sea exactly twelve days after, taking up residence in a little cottage by the water.

And as Mrs. Lovett pulled her husband into the ocean for the first time, two days after the move, she couldn't hold back a smile. Dropping his hand she glanced back at Toby sitting on the shore; the boy never having had a fondness for the cold and wet. A small chuckle emerged from her lips as she glanced at his pout, but she decided that it would do him some good to realize that he didn't have to be by her side at all times.

Lost in her thoughts about the boy, she was surprised when she felt something on her left hand, and whirled around to look at her husband. Hesitantly, daring to believe, she took the outstretched hand hovering in the air; accepted the statement that he was, finally, willing to start anew.