When Holmes left the pies shop, Mrs. Lovett ran after him and grabbed him by a arm.

It was dark in the street and no one was on it. They were the only two persons on Fleet Street.

─ Mrs. Lovett? What…?

─ No, I will go there. Please, promise me you will stay in the shop while a go upstairs… It's very important for me and for you…and for him! Please, believe me, Mr. Holmes… ─ asked her.

Holmes nodded and she ran for Sweeney's home. Holmes saw her enter home and waited. And waited…

─ Oh no, I can't stand this! ─ whispered him and, trying do not do any sound, climbed the stairs. When he got there, he looked through the glass of the door and saw the woman talking with the man. She was gesticulating a lot.

Then Mr. Todd went to some other room and she went. And then he entered Sweeney's home… But where could be Watson? He wasn't in that room that was the biggest and a barber shop. So he decided to see the others. And one door and another and another…there was no signal of Watson…

─ Where are you, doc…?

And he heard a sound of someone crying and he went there. In one of the room was Mrs. Lovett, in Sweeney Todd's arms, crying. At the floor was a barber knife, covered with blood. Holmes opened his mouth and put his hands on his head and screamed:

─ WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

Sweeney looked at him, with his dark and evil eyes and smiled. A sarcastic smile…Holmes hated it! And then she raised her face from Sweeney's chest and looked at Holmes.

─ Oh, please, please…forgive me…I don't…

─ Be quite woman. ─ said Mr. Todd.

─ Stop! He needs to know! ─ and she walked to Holmes. Her make-up was vanished and her eyes and face were covered by it, in a dark tone. Her hands were shacking and she was very nervous. ─ Oh, please, please! Forgive… me…

─ Tell me, my lady…what have you done? The two of you…

─ He done nothing! Completely…no…nothing!

─ What is that on the floor? It's a blade…covered with blood…!

─ That blood doesn't belong to Mr. Watson! Believe me, sir! It's true… he… he…is alive…!

─ Where? ─ asked Holmes.

─ Come with me, please sir!

And she left the room to enter another. When Holmes entered, he saw his old friend lying in a bed, completely unconscious. And in his throat was a tinny little bit of red blood. Holmes ran to the bed and shouted:

─ YOU LIED TO ME!

─ No, no, I didn't lie to you…! Never…! – cried her.

─ Look at the blood! He cut him with the blade! What did you done?

─ It's not his blood…you can see it for yourself…clean it, sir, there is no cut on his throat. ─ continued her, approaching the bed. ─ It's mine.

Holmes raised his eyes and faced the strange creepy woman that was behind him. She extended her hand and Holmes saw a cut on one of her fingers. It was red and was bleeding some time after.

─ Where did you done that? ─ asked Holmes.

─ I cut myself in that blade that you have seen on the floor…

─ Why?

─ It doesn't matter now. He is alive. ─ and she kissed Watson's face. It was a little kiss, in is cheek. Holmes looked at that action with suspicious eyes.

─ Please, Mrs. Lovett! Stop with that! He is unconscious! It's weird from your part…

─ Oh, don't be bad, Mr. Holmes… I have something to say…I guess he fainted because of the pies. I put lots of ingredients and maybe he is allergic to one or two. Does he have a strong health?

─ He has. I don't know if he is allergic to something…maybe some food, I don't know…

─ I put some herbs on the pies…but, I have completely certain that he fainted because something did badly to him. ─ explained her. ─ Because, as you can see, he is burning with fever!

─ I need to call a doctor, Mrs. Lovett; I can't leave my friend like this, here, with…you.

Mrs. Lovett looked at Holmes with a very sad expression and said:

─ I will do no harm to Dr. Watson…I can give him a tea; I make a good tea for some diseases…

─ NO! You will kill him! I don't trust you…

And then the night fell down even more and a little rain came to cover the houses and the pavement. Everyone closed themselves in their houses and no sound could be listened in the street; only the rain. Holmes couldn't go to Baker Street alone and couldn't go with Watson like that. So he considered the option of ask her a bed for sleep there. Near Watson! He wouldn't leave Watson alone in that house at night. He knew something weird was going on there and Sweeney Todd was a very, very strange person. Like a psycho or something. A lot's of people were missing near that place and he want to investigate…but with Watson like that. No, probably, if he tried to find something about Todd, Todd would kill Watson! No! So, he asked her for a bed.

─ I need to ask Mr. Todd. ─ was her answer.