DISCLAIMER; Sadly I do not own Sweeney Todd it belongs to Stephen Sondheim and Tim Burton neither do I own The Haunted Mansion it belongs to Walt Disney

Sweeney Todd was sitting on a chair facing the window'' Mr. T? '' Mrs. Lovett said opening the door to the barber shop. ''Hm'' was the barber's reply ''Toby and I are goin' to the market later on would you like to come, love?'' she asked. Sweeney's answer was flat and to the point ''No.''. Mrs. Lovett looked at him then thought of an idea.

''Maybe the judge might be there and you can interest 'im infor a shave?''she said persuasively, the demon barber glared at the window, smirked at the thought of the Judge dying, and thought about it. After a moment of thinking it over, he said ''When?'' ''In a few minutes so you better get ready'' Mrs. Lovett grinned and with that said she left.

As they walked through the market, Mrs. Lovett examined the food then a man came up to them. He was wearing a butler-like suit and had white hair and a gaunt face with black circles under his eyes. ''Madam? May I interest you to come and stay in my master's home for a week or two, I need someone to help my master to get away from his state of depression . He has been full of dread and I am very worried about him?'' he said in a sickly sweet voice.

Sweeney looked at the man and said ''why should she?'' Mrs. Lovett made an annoyed sound and unnoticably pushed her elbow into his ribs. She smirked when he yelped in pain.'' what's your name, Dearie?'' Mrs. Lovett asked ''Ramsley'' the man replied ''Ah well we'd be happy to go and cheer the man up. 'ow long did you say we would be there ?'' Mrs. Lovett asked ''two weeks'' Ramsley replied ''Oh, well where is it?'' '

'in New Orleans, Madam'' ''That's pretty far isn't it ''she said thoughtfully ''But what 'arm could it do. ''

'' Thank you, Madam, oh so very much I will sent a boat for you in the morning'' he said and walked off into the sea of busy Londoners.

''Why did you do that without my permission, Pet?'' Sweeney asked dangerously, as his hand landed on his razor, ''Well I think it will be nice to get out of London for a change and I've 'eard New Orleans is a beautiful place '' she said, ignoring the glare he shot her and getting some fruit from a nearby counter. ''Plus you might be able to give him a 'shave' in the future'' at the mention of that he smirked.

Mrs. Lovett didn't know how wrong she was.

Somewhere in Gracey manor a fair and aristocratic black-haired man wearing a blue-green outfit and a red tie was talking to the butler. ''Well, Ramsley is she coming?'' He said, hope clearly seen in his eyes. "Yes Master, she is. I hope alone though, not like the other one.'' He mumbled the last part to himself, the man raised an eyebrow.

''what was that, Ramsley?'' he asked. ''Oh nothing, sir.'' Ramsley replied.

The man smiled and said ''Thank you, Ramsley for finding her." Ramsley nodded, slinked back into the shadows and was gone, leaving the man to himself. "At long last" The man said "My dear Lillian will be coming home!'' He smiled and continued to daydream about the day that she would be here.

Little did he know that his hopes and daydreams of finally having a happily ever after might be crushed by a certain demon barber.

AN: I'm soooo sorry if this chapter was short and sorry if the summary isn't good(I'm new to this and I don't think I'm good at writing summaries. sorry), but please review.