A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is a little shorter than the rest, this is due to limited amount of time because of the amount of assignments/tests I've got due since it's the last week of school. I was going to wait until this term finished to update the story but a) I got to impatient and b) I knew I would most likely forget too. In case you haven't realised I'm naming each chapter with a song name, usually the song that gave me the inspiration for that particular chapter or simply a song I found in iTunes which I thought reflected the chapter nicely. Thank you too all those who have reviewed and a special shout out to firefly2themoon who gave me my friend review for the story, up until then I wasn't convinced about continuing it but I shall (: I still maintain that Johnny Christopher Depp lives in my cupboard and I will fight you for him. Oh and if you have time I recommend my story called Highway to Hell, a collection of short Harry Potter drabbles. I think I have talked enough now... Onto the chapter.

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"Mister T?" those two simple words left her lips in disbelief. Surely he couldn't have just said that. After years of watching him and Lucy in envy there was nothing she wanted more in the world than to accept his offer. Although she had dreamt about this seemingly insane gesture many times it had never felt more real than it did just then. This was why she had to say no. She knew Sweeney better than he thought and there was no way he would just offer to pack up and move so suddenly, offering, wanting to take her along too.

"I'm sorry, Mister T, I can't, not yet." She said, refusing to look at him as she rested her hands on the bench in front of her, using it for support to lean on. Somehow managing to find the bench extremely interesting, well at least that was the expression her face showed. Her eyes however showed the complete opposite. She had always been what people called an open book, her eyes being the main give away into what she was thinking, no matter the situation. Every muscle in her told her to accept his offer, take it and run with it. Who knew, he might even fall in love with her if she did.

No, she couldn't get her hopes up like that; she knew that what she wanted was highly unlikely.

"Mrs Lovett?" Sweeney asked, interrupting her delicate train of thought with those two familiar words. Much to her displeasure he didn't turn to look at her when he addressed her, even though his back was to her she could imagine the look upon his face. The look he always wore when he didn't want to talk about something with her. The look of whatever he was doing, whatever he was holding in his hand, whatever he was looking at was the most important thing in the world and if he was to let his concentration slip for even a moment the whole world would come crashing down around him. "Don't you trust me?" he continued after a moment of silence echoing through the room. If Nellie was the one which spoke those words they most definatly would have been said drenched in hurt however his tone was bored, tired as if he didn't really want to have this conversation with her now but he had to.

Nellie barely had time to take a breath before another question was shot at her, changing the topic completely. "What did you do... After I left. Who did you tell?" he asked accusingly as if somehow she was the one that had done something wrong.

"Continued on as usual, didn't speak to no one, why?" she asked curiously, finally lifting her head up to talk to the man whose back was still turned on her. This was foolish, they were two grown people and here they were, talking from nearly opposite sides of the room, one of them not even facing the other. Sighing, Nellie stood up straight and made her way over to Sweeney, placing her unusually cold hand on his shoulder doubting he could even feel the coldness of it underneath the jacket he was wearing.

"Wot about Toby, where did he go?" Sweeney continued, his shoulder moving slightly under her hand but not drawing it away. He knew it was crucial to get this information out of the woman as quickly as possible and if that meant enduring her close nature towards him then it was a price he was simply going to have to pay.

"Mister Todd?" the baker asked for what felt like the thousandth time today, wondering what all the questions where about and why they all had to be answered at this exact moment. With all these questions being shot at her she nearly forgot completely about his proposal to move with her by the sea.

"Answer me!" the barber demanded, spinning around so he was now facing her looking down at her. The same look her father used to wear whenever he knew that Nellie knew something that he wasn't telling him. Dropping her hand, Nellie flinched slightly but didn't back away. Even after all these months she was used to his sudden mood changes, her usually being the reason for them and apart for threatening her with his friends he had never actually harmed her when his mood changed so suddenly. Well apart from that night but that was a different story.

"I-I-I 'on't know. He ran off." Nellie stammered quietly, looking up at Sweeney trying desperately to understand what was going on. Surely he couldn't think that Toby had actually done something could he? It was nonsense, she couldn't bare the thought that Sweeney actually thought that Toby had actually done something.

"When?" he continued, ignoring the woman's stammers. He hadn't particularly wanted to use fear to get the information he needed out of her but she was leaving him with no other options, this was something he needed to know, not just for him but for both of them, one of the main reasons he had to return in the first place.

"That night." She said quietly and although she made no effort to continue on with what night it was exactly she knew that he knew what she was talking about the moment the words left her soft lips. At this stage it was impossible to tell what he was thinking as he placed a warm hand on her shoulder which, like the rest of her, was freezing cold. This simple gesture sent warmth throughout her whole body causing the ghost of an old smile to appear on her lips.

"I think it's time we found Toby." The demon barber said simply looking down on the woman returning what she swore could have been counted as a slight smile. A knowing smile yet a smile no doubt.