Ms. Lovett's POV:
The wait was maddening, Mr. T still hadn't woken up and it had nearly been all day. I was ready to punch something, but I was never a violent person so that thought and need quickly passed.
"Fuck." Mr. T groaned. Usually I didn't appreciate the swearing, but right now it was the greatest word in the entire world.
"Mr. T are you alright?"
"My head hurts." He groaned again.
"Because you hit it pretty hard, I'm just so glad that you didn't lose your memories." Then that got me thinking, maybe he doesn't have all his memories. "Mr. T, can you tell me what happened?"
"I don't know; where am I? Where's Lucy?"
He didn't remember a thing; he thought his Lucy was still alive. Well she was but she poisoned herself so it's not like he would have been able to keep her. She was barking mad, and now I had to lie about that again. It was hard the first time, and now it very easily could be harder. I looked into his eyes; his expression was less guarded than the first time he asked. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't do it. So I did what I could do; I ran into my room.
"Wait!"
"Mum?"
It was just too much; he was so broken that it made me feel worse.
Sweeney Todd's POV:
She just ran into the room, the mysterious woman that was in my house. Wait a minute. The house changed, the wallpaper was singed and there were all sorts of little things inside the house that wasn't there when I went to sleep. I tried to remember something that happened recently, anything that would help me understand what the hell was going on. I was coming up with blanks.
"Mr. Todd?"
"What?" What did he call me?
"Are you okay?"
"What did you call me?" Did I know this kid?
"Mr. Todd, that's your name."
"No it's not it's Be…," That odd woman came out and wrapped her arms around my shoulder.
"Can I speak to you?"
I nodded lightly; all of a sudden she seemed different. She closed the door behind me and pulled me to the bed. I was nervous at first, who was she. But when she only showed interest in talking I relaxed a bit.
"Look, your name is Sweeney Todd, you don't remember that but that's what it is." Then she started writing on a small piece of paper.
It read: Benjamin, about seventeen years ago you were falsely accused of a horrible crime, they sent you to prison for life. But you escaped two years ago and found your way back here; no one knows about this because you would be sentenced to the gallows. You changed your name to Sweeney Todd, you're still a barber and I have let you stay here because it was your home first. I bought it from the state because there was a fire some years ago. I go by Ms. Lovett, and I call you Mr. T; you mustn't tell anyone about this, not a soul. Toby, the boy out there doesn't know either.
This was all way too confusing, but I quickly noticed that this note said absolutely nothing about my wife and child.
On the back I wrote: Ms. Lovett, I thank you greatly for this information but you have failed to tell me where my wife and child are. If you know I would really appreciate it.
Ms. Lovett's POV:
It was hard to answer that question, but it needed to be answered.
"Your wife poisoned herself and Judge Turpin has adopted your Johanna." It was hard to spit it out, so I purposely left out the dyeing part.
His face was so, so hard to describe really; all those years in prison were not affecting him like last time. Last time, he was sad yes but it's nothing compared to now. He isn't the hardened man he was six or seven hours ago; he was Benjamin Barker the new barber of Fleet Street. So it was hard for me to lie to his face, more now than ever. That's when my senses and my heart collided; unfortunately for Mr. T, my heart won.
"She didn't die though," I started, nervous.
He looked up at me expectantly.
"She's still alive, but not in the greatest state of mind." There I said it; he would surely kill me if he got his memories back on the soon side of life.
"Well where is she? I must see my wife, and my child, surely he will pardon and let me have her back." The whole 'hanging in the gallows' part wasn't registering in his mind was it.
"You can't he will kill you remember."
"But my wife…,"
I cut him off; he needed to understand.
"Is dead at heart, she doesn't remember anything. She's barking mad; I'm sorry I said it that way but that's the only way to describe her condition. You won't be able to get her back."
"I still must see her; I have to." He was about to bolt out the door if I hadn't have grabbed his sleeve.
"Wait, please just wait."
"I must see my wife."
"I know, and you will, just wait until the dinner rush comes around."
"Why? You'll be busy by then."
"I know, but Lucy comes here every night; so just wait till then."
He plopped back down on the bed, I hadn't realized how easily won Benjamin was; Mr. T would have first ripped my head off and then looked for Lucy. I suppose that's what prison does to a man.
"Ms." He paused at a loss of words.
"Lovett."
"Ms. Lovett, will you pardon me for swearing in front of you?"
I had to stifle a laugh; this didn't seem like the same man sitting next to me.
"Of course, don't worry about it."
