The sun was coming down towards the horizon. Dark clouds were forming; gales of wind were whipping through the streets, dirt joining the air. Tiny specks of rain began dropping and soon it was heavily pouring; thunder roaring and lightning flashing, illuminating the whole sky eerily. People were running around frantically going to the nearest cover they see; homeless were doing what they could to shield themselves from the uncontrollable downpour of rain.

The scene before him was unbelievable. He is home, he is back. Everything looks black and white. People are moving in fast motion- passing by him not seems to be noticing him. This is what he had just expected to return to; nothing has changed. London is still the same place that he left to.

"Will I see you again sir?" the sailor boy Anthony, who found him floating in the sea and helped him restore his health back and bring him back to London asked.

"You might find me, if you like, around Fleet Street." he answered.

Anthony holds out his hand for his mysterious friend to shake "Until then, my friend." He didn't take it; instead he turns and walks down the streets.


Mrs. Lovett was in her parlor perched up in the sofa with a bottle of gin for company. She was taking a rest after a very busy day in the shop. She decided to continue the romance novel she was reading- book on the right hand and the glass of gin on the left.

It was typical to find the baker in this position. Every night, after the dinner rush she would curl up in the sofa and read her favorite book while having a drink waiting for sleep to come. This was her way of relaxation. Mrs. Lovett got tired of reading the book- Also, her eyes are hurting. So she decided to take a warm bath to relinquish the coldness off of her body due to the weather. Standing up she placed the book and the glass of gin on the table in front of her; and headed towards the kitchen to heat water for the bath and some to make tea. Knowing that it would take long for the water to boil, she went back to the parlor and chose to continue reading since she got nothing else to do. She picked up the book and eyes the bottle of gin- the alcohol was starting to take effect on her- she feels hot and since she does not want to wake up with a headache she left the gin alone.


He was soaking wet and was shivering from the rain but he does not care. He kept on walking intent to reach Fleet Street. He turns left into an alley and headed straight, after passing two blocks he turns left again and there he saw the big sign: Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pie Emporium. His heart is pounding 'this is it' he thought 'I'm going to see my wife and my child'. He ambled towards the shop and stops two feet away from the door. He couldn't do it, he was scared. Will they recognize him? Will they still accept him? His thoughts are running wild, it's making him dizzy. There are so many voices in his head and they are not helping, he cannot think clearly.

"You can do this" he mutters to himself.


There was someone knocking on the door. Mrs. Lovett tried to ignore it not wanting to be bothered by hungry customers late at night. But the knocking becomes loud and persistent and this only irritated the baker more.

"The shop's closed, just come back tomorrow!" she shouted hoping that the person outside would just go and stop bugging her. To no avail- the person kept on knocking making her furious. She marched towards the shop and forcefully thrashes the door open

"I TOLD YOU WE'RE CLO-"she was in awe. She stood there frozen mouth agape and eyes wide. Everything went silent. She can't believe what she's seeing or rather who is she seeing. It's as if she was dreaming. She pinched her cheeks to check if she was just dreaming and she's not. She opens her mouth to say something but immediately closes it not having anything to say. She stood there just staring.

As if on cue the kettle started whistling. Mrs. Lovett looks back and forth at the man in her front of her and inside her house where the kettle is on the boil, the whistling getting louder and louder each time. Confused, she closed the door and ran to the kitchen taking the kettle off of the stove and placing it on the counter. She stood there for a while, collecting her thoughts. Then she remembers the man outside. It was raining and he was drenched in water and…

"Oh gods!" Mrs. Lovett immediately runs to the door seizing it open and without thinking she yanks the man inside the shop a little forceful. The man stumbled but after a while managed to regain his footing. The baker, a little embarrassed about what she did ran out of the shop and went to her bedroom without saying anything. She opens the top drawer of her dresser and grabs a towel to give to the man.

Before facing him again she thinks about what she's going to do with him. Should she talk to him or wait for him to speak? Give the towel then leave? Ask him if he really is Benjamin Barker?

"Suppose I should ask him." She mutters to herself while traipsing towards the shop.

She found the man seated at one of the booths looking around the shop with a frown planted on his face and for a while she cannot help but stare at him. "He is still so handsome" she says in a dreamy voice.

Realizing that she's staring at him she immediately composes herself. Seeing that the man did not noticed that she's back Mrs. Lovett clears her throat to make her presence known. He looked at her, his expression turning into perplexed one. She hands him the towel which he gladly accepted. She took the seat across the man gathering all her courage to ask the question she's been meaning to ask since she saw him. Fidgeting in her seat she focused her gaze on her hands which are placed on the table.

"Areyoubenjaminbarker?" she said it very fast and above whisper. It sounded like 'areyoubenbarer' she lifted her gaze from her hands and focused it on the man in front of her. He shakes his head in negative "No, it is Todd now. Sweeney Todd."

Mrs. Lovett nodded in understanding. The man cannot just use his old name or else he will be sent back to Australia. 'Well, at least he's back' she thought, making her happy. She grins up at him ready to bombard him with questions but she stopped when he spoke.

"Where's my Lucy? Where's my wife?" Gone was the voice of him which used to be so sweet. It was now cold. 'Surely Australia made him a different person' the smile on the baker's face slowly faded and it morphed into sadness. But she quickly masked her feelings. Smiling up to him, her smile not reaching her eyes; she answered him.

"Well… you're not going to like this…"


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