A/N: There's this weird almost POV change, where it's Anna mostly, then Sofia, but all still in third person. I didn't bother putting the POV changes in there, but if it's bothering you, tell me and I'll add them in.

Oh, and thanks Mrs. S Todd for the review. THIS IS FOR YOU.

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Anna let out a muffled cry as she watched the boy's limp body fall with a thud. Her hand immediately flew to her mouth. The others watched in horror. They had not noticed that she had said anything.

Thank god. She thought, mentally sighing with relief. She looked over to Peter, noticing that he had sunk to the floor. The crates they were hiding behind no longer concealed him. His hand was poking out, at the very least. If Mr. Todd looked in their direction, he would surely take notice of Peter. Her eyes (more like her brain) were screaming psychic messages to Sofie. If she has any sixth sense, let it work now!

At the moment Toby's body hit the floor, Sofie thought she heard a small whisp. A whisp like a cloth being whisked across the ground. Mr. Todd didn't notice, however. And then her sixth sense/X-Man power/mind reading/whatever you wish to call it activated. Something was wrong and Sweeney couldn't turn toward where Anna and the others were. Then she saw Peter's hand.

"Mr. Todd, please, go change. If the police come, we'll be in trouble. The blood is a dead give-away, excuse the pun. I'll burn the bodies." He looked limp, and as though he couldn't move, or wouldn't. "Please Mr. Todd! You really need to go change." He nodded, and she helped him up. His razor fell to the floor, and Sofia took him to the door. Once he was out, everyone was hurrying. The clothes had to be gone and the bodies burned. Anna caught on immediately. She opened the door of the oven and motioned the others to help.

"We have to hurry. Here, Kath, take her head."

"Her head??"

"Yes, quick toss it into the oven. Peter, take some of the bodies." Kathy dropped to body, looking over to Peter.

After a few seconds with no answer, Anna looked over to where Peter was sitting. Saphora was next to him, shaking him.

"He's out cold. He...fainted!" She started laughing.

"THEN WAKE HIM UP!" David snapped, visibly on edge. He was dragging the body of the judge to the oven. He put it down in a pile on top of the body Kathleen had dropped.

"What do we do with the body parts in the meat grinder? Should we grind them?" Saphora cringed at the thought of all the body parts being ground together in a bloody...

"I guess." Sofie said. "There can't be anything when, or if, the police come. Do you understand? Even if they don't have all those high tech things like in our time to find blood, if they find just one bloody knife, or a finger..." She trailed, pulling the shirt off of Beadle. "And leave Peter if you can't wake him. We need you to help, Saphora."

Saph nodded solemnly. She reached to turn the meat grinder, muttering "EWWW, EWW EWW EW EW." the entire time.

David materialized a mop out of thin air and started cleaning up the blood caked onto the stone floor, while Anna was busy scouring the room for potential evidence.

Kathleen was in the corner, doing god knows what to poor Peter, when she finally concluded

"It's no use, sleeping beauty's not wak-" She was cut off when Peter said loudly

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STANDING ON MY HEAD??"

"Oh...er...Nothing." Kathleen quickly skipped to the other side of the basement, deciding to help Saphora with the body part disposal.

The fucking barber was taking his sweet old time up above. At any moment Anthony could arrive to find Johanna missing, or any other person could call the police down to the pie shop. If any one had been watching, they would have seen 4 people go in, but none come out. Sofie was cleaning the clothes the best she could.

"Ah, and don't forget, once we change, we should burn our modern clothes. Just in case. But don't burn the iPod. I have a feeling we'll need that." Anna stared at her.

"So burn the bodies now?" She motioned to the pile next to the oven.

"Yes. There's no use for them except for evidence against us. I got the clothes, here, so just throw 'em in." The room began to fill with a foul smelling odor, as well as smoke. It smelled a bit like bacon. Sofie's dad had always said 'Human flesh smells like burning bacon, and I bet it would taste like it too.' Peter was set to work mopping.

Sofia was worried. She tucked the iPod into her dress. After pointing at the clothes and telling them to get dressed, she gathered them into a line and marched them up into the bakery. The smell of the pies from dinner lingered in the air, but the inexplicitly delightful aroma did not make the atmosphere any less grim and foreboding.

"Sperm." Kathleen said. That might have lightened the mood a little. A few of us chuckled. "And the flavor of the day is pear." Sweeney was still not down. As it was night, the smoke from the bakery went unnoticed, but the following morning might bring a hell of a lot of problems. Several of which would include people looking for judge Turpin, Anthony looking for Johanna, more people looking for the Beadle, others wondering what happened to Mrs. Lovett, what happened to her sweet little helper boy, and maybe a few noticing the old beggar woman had disappeared into the barber's place. Sofia sighed. Todd was going to be brain-dead for a long while, she assumed, and none of the others were likely to think of anything. It was all up to her. Yet again (as it always was whenever they went to the movies or similar places).

"Here's the story, everyone learn it by heart. Mrs. Lovett took Toby with her to try a life in America, cause that was just about happening around this time. A Mrs. Baker, Lucy 'Lolly' Baker" She used air quotes for this. "to be exact, bought the shop. Her hired help, us, was paid with food and board. Lucy Lolly is sickly ill, and can never actually work. She's always sick. All she does is give us the recipes. Just to make the whole thing more believable, we should close the shop for a week or so. Clean out the place for evidence, too. We'll burn everything by night. Todd should be able to think again in a month or so, but in the mean time we should close the barbershop, as well. I say the bakery shall now serve eggs for breakfast, as Saphora cooks one mean scrambled egg, and soup for lunch, which Coriander (Kathleen) shall provide us with the flavor of the day. Pie shall still be for dinner. Everyone good?" She looked around the group.

"I CALL BAKING THE PIES!!" Anna stated rather loudly, with her hands waving around in the air. "I make a mean apple!"

"Although I don't think that's the kind of pie we'll be making." Saphora muttered.
David was the first one to bring it up.

"But what will you use as meat? We can't use people, and I'm pretty sure none of us are willing to catch cats and turn them into ground beef."

"We'll use regular meat! Of course!" Anna was on a roll.
At this comment, Anna received several annoyed glances and a few flat out stares.

"With what money, dumbass?" Kathleen said, a little distracted as she fluffed out her hat, causing Anna to falter.
Sofie almost visibly sweat dropped as she suggested something completely different.

"Although, I'm not sure that would make any sense. Meat is extremely expensive. And I hear human has a rather interesting flavor...I don't believe any other meat could compare. Honestly, would it work? Besides, we've got to buy chickens for the eggs, ingrediments for the soup daily..." Sofia wandered off. She had used one of her favorite made up words: ingrediments. "What extra money do you really think we'll have?"

"And where do we all sleep?" David asked.

"I guess we four can sleep in Mrs. Lovett's room," Sof pointed around the group to the girls "but I don't know about you two-" And, finally, Mr. Sweeney Todd of Fleet Street decided to show up again. He had changed, yes, but his shirt was a button off, his hair, if anything was messier, and there was still blood in his fingernails. Sofie tsk tsked.

"Mr. Todd, you look a mess. You sit down there while I go get the bottle of Gin. Then we'll clean you up a bit more." She hurried off and let the other five of them carry on an awkward silence. When she arrived back, neither Mr. Todd nor any of the others had sit down. She eased Sweeney down into a chair, popped off the cork, and poured him a drink. He sipped at it as they discussed the sleeping issue. She set Anna about cleaning up his nails, because that was one of her favorite things to do. David combed out his hair, and Saphora re-buttoned his shirt. "Like I was saying, I don't know about you guys. Maybe Mr. Todd could help?" He looked up.

"With what?"

"The guys need a place to sleep." She jerked her thumb in their direction.

"I've only got one bed. I sleep in it."

"But the barber shop, being closed and all-" He interrupted Kathy.

"Closed?"

"Yes, we closed it. But it could be a temporary arrangement. Like a long sleepover." Saphora said. "It's the only think I can think of that would work right now."

"Everything else would be too expensive." Sofie agreed.

"Mats on the ground." Anna suggested. They all agreed. Well…except perhaps Sweeney, who didn't do much more than grunt.