"I do hate bugs they don't frighten me but I hate them. How 'bout you love?" She said looking at Toby. "I quite agree mum, the things I saw in the workhouse were horrid they were, not much else bothers me mum."

"I'm just goin' to check on Mr. T, okay love," she stopped to ruffle his hair and hear his response lest he say something of another matter. He uttered a quiet 'okay mum' and she continued out and up to the shop.

Toby continued to sweep the floor but couldn't hold his comments any longer. "I really do dislike the man I do. I don't trust him. Mum wouldn't believe me though I'm just a kid who don't know nothin'. If could just see how he hurts her heart. I wonder wot Mr. Todd is afraid of." His stared off in deep thought then went back to cleaning the kitchen.

Sweeney was sitting on the floor beneath the window his thoughts reeling the way they always do. A continuous pattern of gears or actually a wheel. Judge Turpin, Lucy, Johanna, and so on.

Suddenly a bit black spider went running in front of Sweeney breaking his train of thought. He stifled a gasp, climbed to his feet, then jumped on the chair. He glared at the spider but it wasn't his usual dark glare it was one that shouted fear and surprise.

The bell that signals the door opening made its joyful sound and in walked Mrs. Lovett sporting her usually black attire covered in flour. He payed her no mind focusing completely on the spider. Mrs. Lovett glanced at Sweeney then at the spider and broke out in raucous laughter.

He looked harshly at her then continued to stare at the spider.

"Bloody 'orrible creature ain't it. An' you, you afraid of a spider, love you have problems. You are a strange one love, you kill people on a daily basis yet you're frightened by a little bug. You make me laugh dearie." She walked over and grabbed a couple sheets of parchment of his desk and scooped the spider up. She then tossed it out the door.

She shut the door and turned around shaking her head. Sweeney slid down in the chair glaring at the ceiling hands clutched in tight fists. She looked at him his skin was paler than usual. "Mr. Todd are you okay, love." In one quick move Sweeney was in front of her razor pressed to her throat. She could feel his warm breath across her face which was only mere inches away from his.

She closed her eyes waiting for the pain, but felt none. The pressure on her throat lightened and she opened her eyes to find herself staring into his deep, black, haunted eyes. She could see the horror and pain he felt in his past and wondered how he could bear it.

She knew that if she was in his place she would have already killed herself. Also she knew the extent of his pain that he thought no one would or should know.

She threw her arms around him and started to cry for him, for Johanna, for all the terror and pain in the world that lurked around every corner forever. He started to pull away from her but reconsidered and wrapped his arms around her. He felt as if he was hugging a little doll.

She unwrapped her arms from around him and he let her go. She started to walk towards the door drying her eyes, but he stopped her. She looked at him confused and he shared the same expression. "Why were you crying? And why did you hug me?" He now had the expression of little kid who had gotten caught and was now being scolded.

She took a step forward and grabbed his hand not caring if she was crossing into the danger zone. "I was crying for you, and how hideous the world is. I feel your pain I know your pain and wish that I could comfort you." She looked down as if ashamed of speaking her feelings.

She stepped closer and gave him a peck on the cheek before running out of the room. Who stood there in shock of her words in actions then began his usual pacing only this time included in his thoughts was the little doll. Nellie Lovett.

Mr. Todd was afraid of spiders this was going to be easy. Now he also had more reason than ever to get Mr. Todd back. Mrs. Lovett, his mum had just come running in crying then ran into her room and locked the door behind. Mr. Todd was going to be sorry to be put simple. Toby then tried to calm his thoughts as he lay on the couch with a bottle gin, where he soon fell asleep.