Title: View from a Cell
By: Amanda
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Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing that sprang from the mind of Stephen Sondheim et all. And I make no profit.
Spoilers: Post finale.
Summary: It's what Toby sees, years later.
Completed: January 9, 2008
Notes: I've been a Sweeney fan long before Johnny picked the razors, but it was Helena that inspired me to pick up my pen.


I hear London's on fire. Burning itself from the inside-out I'd say. It should have the good sense to let the fire cleanse itself. Burn it to rubble. Nothing good ever came from London – not without a price.

And the prices keep going up.

A home for rent will cost you your soul. A family will cost you your mind.

Take my word for it.

London's on fire. Hope it burns to the ground. Only city on earth that can turn a gift from god into a monster from hell. Where demons roam the streets. They eat their meals with you, and call you son.

And you serve them, dutifully.

Hell on earth is London; it's fit for it to burn. The streets bleed, but no one takes notice. No one ever rinses their sins. Angels are at the demon's will – stained red they are.

Until they too, burn.

I hear London's on fire, let it burn to the ground.

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