It could have all been a dream. A wild and crazy dream filled with things a human eye could only take in so much. A young girl of 16 knew nothing of peace and serenity. A kind life that one could live on thus prosper in such a way. It was a life some could be jealous of, others envy even further.

"Today... is going to be the day..", a young girl whispered as she exited her house on the corner of Bluesberry street. She was wearing a light blue gown that had a lace corset like feature around her slim waist. It was assisted by a cuff by the end to lead into a skirt with the same fabric. It was a beautiful gown for a walk and errands.

"It will be the day that I can finally walk these streets alone without a man on my arm... Without... without...", the girl gasped, stopping her her tracks. A gentle hand flew up to rest over her pounding hearts. More memories of him. Her boyfriend, Derek. He disappeared a week ago after running for a few errands around town. It was sad and unfortunate. The cause of his disappearance was never found. The teenage girl then never said a word, just in case he had just decided to leave her in a quick easy way. Despite all facts, it brought pain and sorrow to the bleeding heart.

"Miss Alana Corey!" A lady shouted in the street, almost singing the name. She called to the brunette, smiling, waving, and running to the frozen girl. Her hand was clutched onto her frilled dress as she moved about the busy streets of London.

"Is there something you need today, Alexandra?" Alana questioned. Her chocolate brown eyes floated over to make an instant contact with her friend's green eyes. A smile whipped across Alexandra's face as she replied,"A new shop opened. It's one street away from Fleet Street. I think we should go check it out. They have a bunch of new hats and dresses for us to try! Then after we can go eat at that new pie shop! It'll be fun! Plus, it'll get your mind off of Derek."

A simple smile forced its way onto Alana's face."It was just last week, loosing someone like him isn't easy, Alexandra. It'll take some time for me to try and move on... But, that shouldn't stop me from living... I'm still alive, right?" A pause came as she locked her eyes with her friends,"I need some what to get over this... At least I'll be able to get my mind off of him. Thanks, Alexandra."

Alexandra's hands flew up to grab Alana's shoulder,"Call me Alex. I heard someone calling that to their friends. It sounds so much better, plus, it's less formal when I'm not around those crazy adults." Alana replied with a laugh and removed her friends arms and asking,"Where too?"

"Rainprick Avenue."

"Right, Alex. Let's go shop!"

With the hopeful words from Alana and the cheerful word from Alex, the two began to walk towards their destination. A sudden stench filled the air and interrupted the conversation of the two 16 year olds. "What is that ghastly smell?" Alana exclaimed, her nose crinkling.

"It's Mrs. Lovett's meat pie chimney from the bakehouse. It always smells funky, you can smell it a street away, but the food is great!" Alex exclaimed, not even moving to react to the fumes as they walked closer and the smell grew stronger. Before both girls knew it, they were walking past Mrs. Lovett's meat pie house on Fleet Street.

"This place is eerie," Alana commented.

"Only at night," Alex replied, her green eyes looking at the restaurant,"I've eaten there before. The food is something to talk about."

Alana shrugged,"I wouldn't eat something that smells like a dying human..."

Alex laughed,"A dying human! Now you're going crazy with death scenes. You're thinking about it again! You have to stop!"

"It's hard. I don't know what happened to him... death is like a constant thing in my head. That is why shopping is desperate."

"Of course, of course, let's go."

The two girls began walking forward until something caught Alana's eye. She stopped in her place. Her vision glanced up to a man starring down from a window from the little barber shop above. His cold stare shook her as he looked out into the world. Suddenly, the two glances met. His was death defying, looking as if he could slice you open. Alana's was frightened, but had a bit of calmness to it. A pound came running to her chest and the beat took over her heart. Her hands were fists, as if holding on or else she would faint. His eyes were unmoving, and neither were the girl's.

"Alana?" Alex cried. She had walked slightly ahead and hadn't realized her friend had stopped. She turned around, moving back the short distance, and looked at her friend watching the man above. Alex grabbed her friends wrist and tugged her slightly,"Alana, come on."

The brunette snapped out of her trance, her eyes switching back to her dear friend. "Um... sorry, I.."

"It's fine, let's just move."

Alana nodded her head and began to walk, only to see that out of the corner of her eye, that the man was gone.