Nellie Lovett stood at the window, looking out on Fleet Street. He used to stand here, watching the people move along the street. None knew what had happened so many months ago. She realized why he would stand here, watching, lurking in the darkness of the room. People lived their lives without knowing the events or even caring. The people that had been murdered by him where labeled missing. Mrs. Lovett's pie shop went down in business without the meat, but she could've used Judge Turpin or Beadle, or even maybe his Lucy.

But no, Mrs. Lovett had given up once he left. His anger wanted to kill her; he almost did if it weren't for young Toby, who had stopped him just in time.

A knock came from the door, it was Toby, and he entered the cold, dark room. 'There she is again, staring out that window' Toby thought to himself. Every day she would stand at the window longing for his return. She was deeply sorry, but she couldn't help herself, she wanted him.

"Mum, I've made supper, its ready when ya want it." Toby told her. Mrs. Lovett turned to face him, she seemed paler, her eyes were darker, and tear stains on her cheeks. She forced a smile upon her face before saying softly. "Thank you dear, what will I be wit' out you."

Toby nodded smiling; he turned and headed down the stairs. Mrs. Lovett watched Toby walk down the stairs. She wrapped her arms around her trying to keep warm; she walked to the door placing her left hand on the door knob. She looked around the room, the chair still stood their, the broken mirror in the far left corner, and the dresser behind the chair. Mrs. Lovett just sighed.

Mrs. Lovett shut the door behind her as she picked her long black dress up from the ground and hurried down the stairs. She walked into her once full pie shop. There was Toby, placing plates on the table. He smiled at her as she walked in, he gestured her to sit at the small table and Mrs. Lovett did so.

She placed her elbow on the table and rested her head on her hand. Her eyes were getting heavy, every time she closed her eyes Toby would be in a different place of the large room.

Toby placed the gin and two glasses on the table, he then hurried over to the oven and grabbed a freshly warm loaf of bread, putting it on a plate and then putting it on the table. Toby then got the rest of the food, potatoes and other vegetables onto the table. He noticed that Mrs. Lovett seemed a little tired; she would try to stop herself from falling asleep. It's because at night she didn't sleep. Toby knew she had nightmares since he had ran off, the murders, the attempted murder of her dear self and the yelling and foul shriek of his cries for Lucy.

Toby sat down next to the middle-aged woman, who seemed not to notice he had sat next to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and said "Mum, you right? Maybe you should go get some sleep; you can eat when you wake."

Mrs. Lovett came out of her daze and stared at the young boy, "now, now, no need to worry 'bout myself, I'll be jus' fine." She reassured him.

Toby looked at her in disbelief, she was not fine, she had changed, seemed more disconnected from the world, she had turned darker, not caring for the souls that came in looking for a pie, instead she would spend most of her time up in that dark room, staring out the window waiting for him. "Mum, is it the nightmares, I hear you scream in the middle of the night, I do."

Mrs. Lovett just continued to stare at the boy; she knew she couldn't hide her troubles from young Toby. She placed a steady arm around the young boy and pulled him in for a reassuring hug. "Now, now, didn' I tell you not to worry? 'Ere go buy yourself somethin' sweet." She got some coins out of Mr. Pirelli's coin pouch and placed two gold pieces in the young boy's hand. Toby smiled at her, "Thank you, Mum." He then ran out the door.

Mrs. Lovett took a sip of the gin, before placing it back onto the table. She walked up the stairs, opened the big brown wooden door to her room. Her room was dark with one candle that Toby had obviously light before he came to get her. She sighed as she stepped into the room; she closed the door gently behind her, taking a few steps towards her bed. She sat down looking around the room. She laid herself back and turned to one side looking at the flame from the candle. The white wax was slowly melting down the candle. She sighed once again; things were back to normal, before she had met Sweeny Todd, and just after her dear Albert had died. Though she had young Toby, she still felt alone.

"Their was a barber and a baker, and he was beautiful, a proper artist with a knife, but he ran from life." Mrs. Lovett sang herself to sleep that night, like she did so many times before.

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Sweeney Todd looked down at the form of the beggar woman dead on the cold hard rock tile. The light from the large heater washed over the beggar woman, standing at the door of the large heater, was Mrs. Lovett, her eyes widening, and the words 'don't notice, don't notice' running through her mind.

Mr. Todd looked up at the woman in confusion, oh no, he noticed. Mrs. Lovett's eyes looked up from the beggar woman to Mr. Todd's. Mr. Todd looked down at the woman at his feet. "Don't I know you, she said" Mr. Todd said in an almost whisper, he looked up once again to the pale woman standing at the door of the heater. "You knew she lived…"

Mrs. Lovett took a few steps from the door towards Mr. Todd, before saying in a murmur, "I was only thinking of you." Sounding as if she was starting to cry.

"You lied to me…" Mr. Todd said sharply.

"No, no, not lied at all, no I never lied." Mrs. Lovett began to sing, Mr. Todd just ignored what she was saying, as he usually did, he looked down at his dead Lucy, the woman he thought had taken her own life 15 years ago. "Lucy," he whimpered.

"Said she took a poison, she did," Mrs. Lovett began to sing. "I've never said that she died! Poor thing, come lived, but it left her weak in the home head all she did for months was just lie again there in bed. Should have been in hospital, wound up in bedlam instead oh my poor thing, better you should think she was dead, yes I lied, cause I love you. I'd be twice the wife she was I love you. Could that thing have cared for have I you, like me?"

Mr. Todd cut Mrs. Lovett off, not wanting to hear her excuses. "Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder, eminently practical and yet appropriate as always." Mrs. Lovett walked backwards away from Mr. Todd who was walking towards her fast. But she couldn't go any farther than what she was, as the wall was now behind her, in contact with her back. "As you've said repeatedly there's little point in dwelling on the past"

Mrs. Lovett took in his words and showed a bit of a smile, but was still in disbelief. "Do you mean it? Everything I did nothing I swear I thought to fear was only for my loves best. Believe me"

Mr. Todd was still singing, "What's dead…"

"What's dead can still be dead marriage…" Mrs. Lovett sang.

"Is dead…The history of the world, my pet…" Mr. Todd grabbed Mrs. Lovett's hand and wrapped an arm around her waist and began to dance and twirl around with her.

"Oh Mr. Todd, Oh Mr. Todd, leave it to me…" Mrs. Lovett smiled her mind racing, was he actually enjoying this little dance, was he really going to forget about his dear Lucy to finally be with her?

"Is learn forgiveness and try to forget…"

"By the sea, Mr. Todd, we'll be comfy, cozy. Bye the sea, Mr. Todd, where there's no one nosy…"

"Life is for the alive, my love, so let's keep living it…"

"Just keep living it…Really living it." Both Mr. Todd and Mrs. Lovett sang this, but as Mr. Todd said the last line, angrily pushing Mrs. Lovett into the heater, she instantly caught on fire.Her scream could've been heard from all over Fleet Street.

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Mrs. Lovett awoke with a gasp, it was that same nightmare she had when she closed her eyes. That nightmare made her stop sleeping for the rest of the night. But in life it didn't go like that, Toby had ran in and stopped him. For this, Mrs. Lovett was happy she had the young boy. Even though he put her out of gin, he was a sweet child. Someone who didn't deserve the life he had, he deserved better.

There were footsteps coming up from the dark and cold room upstairs. Mrs. Lovett calmed herself down after that frightening nightmare which cursed her every time she slept. She thought it was young Toby up there, he had wondered why she would spend so much time up there that he now was getting suspicious.

She got up from her bed slowly and walked out of her room. She walked out side of the shop and walked up the stairs to the room. As she walked in opening the door, she noticed she couldn't see young Toby, in fact she couldn't see at all, the room was so dark at night, the only light was the moon shining down from the window.

Mrs. Lovett heard someone in the shadows of the room, she snapped her head towards the shadow and as the shadow got clearer for her to see it, she gasped. He was back…

Author's Note: I don't own any of the songs/lyrics from Sweeney Todd…

For myself and my best friend Stephii Sween-aholics