Mrs Lovett could feel the cold, damp brick hit her back as Sweeney pushed her to the wall. The sweat was beginning to form at her hairline and trickle down her forehead.

"Mistah T..I"

"Shut up Mrs Lovett!"

Nellie was a little surprised. She expected him to rant and rave at her and most definatly drag his "friend" across her throat, not speak low and barely audiable.

"If you just let me explain.."

Sweeney eyed his razor carefully as he held it at the trmbling womans throat.

"You know Mrs Lovett, if I so wished to all it would take would be one drag and that would be it!"

"Fuck I've really 'ad it now!"

"Y...Yes Mistah T..Oh God"

Sweeney looked up into her eyes with a smirk on his face that was quickly wiped from his face. As he looked into her eyes he saw pure fear. Her top lip was trembling and the sweat was dripping down her face. He gulped and looked at his hand and dropped the razor to the floor stumbling backwards. Nellie let out a big sigh as he released her and she fell to the floor sobbing.

"Mrs L..What have I become?"

Nellie couldn't answer him through her tears. She knew she was just nearly killed by a maniac obsessed with his ex wife and while she was relieved she didn't exactly know why he didn't do it.

Sweeney took one last look at his razor and thew it across the bakehouse. He didn't want to admit it but seeing the pain in Nellies face shook him back to reality. She was reality, Lucy was fantasy.

Once Nellie had managed to get her breathing under control she looked up at him from her crumpled position on the floor.

"M..Mistah T... why.. why didn't you kill me?"

Sweeney just stared at her and couldn't find the words to answer her pleading question so instead shrugged his shoulders and turned away.

Nellie hurridly rushed to her feet and ran to the door. Through fresh tears she magaed to scream out to him.

"YOU CAN'T EVEN ANSWER THAT?..Y..YOU NEARLY SLICED MY THROAT OPEN..AND N..NOW YOU FREEZE UP?.."

A giant sob emerged from her throat and she slammed the door behind her. Sweeney just stared at the door wondering what the hell had happened to him, or more so what this woman had done to him.