There she was. Mrs. Lovett just at in her chair after a long day of work. She was exhausted, but she didn't care. She could care less how tired she was knowing that Mr. Todd had even uttered the words, "How I lived all these years without you; I'll never know." She could not let the thought of anything else he had done enter her mind. She wouldn't dare.
Mrs. Lovett cleaned up the kitchen as Sweeney Todd ran through and slammed the door.
"Wot are you doing?" she asked. "Why'd you slam that door?" He stared at her for a moment when she realized. He was soaking wet.
"Sorry," she said moving toward him, "Sometimes oi get so involved with me work I don't realize things." She put her arm around him and walked him to a couch. "You must be freezin', Mr. T." She grabbed a blanket and put it around his shoulders. "Here, Love, nice and cozy." She sat down next to him rubbing his shoulders to warm the man.
"That's fine, Mrs. Lovett," he said getting off the couch and putting the wet blanket in her hand. "I should get upstairs... just in case the judge comes."
"Mr. T. it's pouring rain; about the strike lightning no doubt." Mrs Lovett shouted. He looked at her raising an eyebrow with confusion. Mrs. Lovett rolled her dark eyes and said "You useless thing. It's storming. It's late. People don't even get shaved at this hour."
"Then I'll go to sleep," he mumbled as she walked to his side.
"Aweful cold, isn't it?" she said putting her hand on his cold shoulder. "Ya sure ya don't wanna sleep in 'ere tonight, Mr. Todd?" All he did was shake his head.
"Alright then. If ya get cold just come in."
Sweeney was thinking. He did not know why, but he was getting less and less happy. Of course Mrs. Lovett's pie idea was brilliant, but she did seem annoying to Todd. She definately loved him and he knew it, but it was not to his liking. Sometimes he would dream about having nothing, but her. He knew that was partly true, but it was different. He felt aweful in those dreams. He dreamt about Mrs. Lovett killing his wife, Lucy. He dreamt that Lucy was alive and as beautiful as ever and that Mrs. Lovett was an aweful witch attempting to murder anyone who was close to Todd. Every morning after the same dreadfull dreams, Todd would feel depressed, but sinse the dreams were not real, he would try not to think anything bad of Mrs. Lovett.
"Mr. T's just on an' off happy, Love," said Mrs. Lovett to Toby. Toby was working and listening. He would reply, but not as best as he could.
"What you mean, ma'am?" he said as he washed the table.
"He's happy one moment and the next, he doesn't even talk," she said as she put her big bowl away.
"Well maybe e's tired," said Toby still not giving deep replied. She nodded.
"Yeah, Well... Oi suppose that's a possability."
Both people jumped at the sound of a door slamming wide open. It was Todd.
"How'd ya sleep, love?" Mrs. Lovett asked. She turned to Toby and whispered, "How 'bout you take a little break, dear."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied quickly running to heaven knows where.
"Fine," replied Sweeney Todd, "Just knowing that the judge will be dead brightens my day."
Mrs. Lovett sight in response to him talking about the judge and said, "That's nice, deary."
That night, Todd's dreams got out of hand. They were so bad, he jumped out of bed angry as ever and stompped down to Mrs. Lovett's room. He barged in the door waking her up.
"Mr. Todd!" she yelled relieved, "Gave me a fright!" she said placing her hand on her chest.
"You killed her!" he shouted partly asleep.
"Wot?" she asked quickly. She began to think him suspicious of her. "He knows oi lied," she thought.
"Lucy! You..." he began to realize that he was dreaming again. "Sorry, Mrs. Lovett," he said calming down. "I've been having nightmares, you see." Mrs Lovett was now really relieved. She was safe.
"He's not suspicious," she thought grinning. "Mr. T." she said now aloud, "Ya 'ad me scared for a second there." Her smile faded as Todd marched away with no reply.