My Husband, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street:

The ends of my emerald dress dragged on the wet cobly ground, my blonde curvey hair was tied up into a neat bun that sat neatly underneth my bonett, on my feet were the finest black boots that clicked ever so softly on the ground.

My Daughter Johanna, wore a small white dress with a pale pink sash wrapped around the waist, her blonde straight hair was tied strongly into a long plait that sat adequatly on her back, her royal blue bonett sat on her head. I smiled at my daughter this was the dress the Ben liked.

I looked up into the raniny night sky and muttered

"Ben"

"Mumma" Johanna softly asked me, her little hand held onto my fingers ever so gently. We walked in the rain, in the dark alleys of Fleet Street.

"Yes, my darling" I answered my daughter's sweet askings of me

"Where's Papa?" Johanna questioned.

She's only 5 and I understand that she was only just an infant when Benjimin got taken away from me, that Judge Turpin just makes my skin crawl and my blood boil of what he did to my Ben.

I felt a slight shudder roll across me as I walked past the barber's shop, this was where my husband just accused of such dispicable crimes and doings. I could face another second there, I hurridly picked up Johanna and ran as fast as I could. Johanna held onto her teddy-bear as tight as she held onto her father's hand that day. My breath grew deeper and deeper the faster I picked up my pace. I wanted to get my daughter away.

"Papa's in Austrailla" I breathed, as carried on running. I did'nt want Johanna to know the truth, I'm going to wait untill she's old enough to really understand.

We turned a corner, a ran into a band of urchins. My eyes grew wide, I was worried as one approched me, I dug Johanna's head into my throat and I pressed my hand into the back of it.

"Hello" Said the urchin, it was a boy I could tell. He was short, had brown curly hair. He was dressed in a royal blue waist coat, a pale plum shirt rested underneth, a disgusting grey coloured trousers and a royal blue crovate tied ever so neatly around his neck "I'm Archie" he added

"Hello, Archie. I'm Lucy and this is my daughter Johanna" I answered politly at the boy's questioning

"May I come with you. Please?" Archie asked me

I was baffled. This wasent a band of urchins. They were orphans.

"Yes. Archie you may" I answered

I guided Archie away from the alley. I put Johanna down, she held on one of my hands and Archie held the other.

We walked away from Fleet Street, a place of danger, mystery, murder. I looked over my shoulder, looked up at the top window above Mrs Lovett's pie shop. There staring me in the eye was a man in the top window. He had black hair, with a grey parting in the middle. He wore a suit. He smiled and waved. I tapped Archie on the shoulder and picked up Johanna and told them to wave back at the man. They did so did I.

I turned away from Fleet Street, I wanted to know who that man was. I was sure to walk into him in the street.