A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys, keep em' coming and as long as there's interest I guess I might as well keep updating. Not like I've got anything better to do with my time lmao, I must've watched the movie three times in the past two days...I clearly need a life.

When they got back, Nellie was already asleep so Toby went to make dinner and Sweeney waited with her. "Mrs. Lovett." He made sure she knew he was there. She woke up startled "My, my, my!" she sighed. "'Ow long've I been out?'

"The boy said you asked for me…" He answered.

She shrugged. "I can't really remember." She lied. "I must've had a nightmare or something."

"Oh." He grunted. "He's made dinner…can you eat?"

"Guess I might as well try." She answered with another sigh. "Jus' a little, please."

He nodded. "TOBY! Get Mrs. Lovett a plate."

She laughed as she heard him rushing around. "Don't hurt yourself, dear!" She called. This was apparently too much for her as she grabbed her head and let out a moan. "Guess I ought to be more careful…" She was embarrassed at how weak she'd become.

"I'm comin', mum!" Toby called as he flew in with a baked potato and bottle of gin. "I brought the whole thing in case you was thirsty." He smiled.

"Well that was sweet of you. 'Ere Mr. T I won't eat all of this." She cut her potato in half and shoved the other half on his already empty plate. She took a few bites of the small half of the potato she had left but suddenly felt too ill to continue. She knew she would disappoint Toby who'd been slaving away in the kitchen for an hour or so, doing…well, Lord knows what he was doing in there, but she had to put it down. "Thanks love, that was great. Really."

"You barely touched it, mum." He prodded. "You've got to eat. You'll get sicker."

"Now Toby, only thing's gonna make me sicker is to take another bite. My stomach's going mad as it is." She was getting tired, too, so she laid back down. She closed her eyes, hoping they would both take the hint and leave her to her sleep.

Sweeney'd been asleep for about an hour and a half when he heard her screams. He shot out of bed and into her room where she was thrashing about and yelling to at the sheets to stop touching her. He knelt down and shook her, not hard, but enough to wake her up. She screamed one more time before collapsing into him sobbing pathetically. Toby stood, terrified, in the doorway. "Poor thing.." he whispered to himself. He stepped out, giving them some privacy.

"Mr. T!" she cried, "Oh! 'E was inside me, Mr. T!" She was shaking like a leaf.

"Who was?" Sweeney asked as gently as he could.

"I…'E was me Albert's friend…'E'd gone completely mad 'eaven knows how many years ago…I thought they locked him up…He could've killed me, why didn't 'e kill me?" She buried her face in his chest.

Sweeney shrugged and pushed her off. "What's his name?"

"I can't really remember…Actually…'is name is Benjamin. Like you used to be." She blushed before another, more vicious fit of coughing overtook her. "I think 'e must've bruised my lungs or something." She said flatly. "I need water.." She started to stand and get it herself, but only made it halfway to the kitchen before doubling over, panting. "Mr. T! I can barely breathe." He came over and pushed her down so she was seated on the hallway floor. He got her a glass of water and came back, slouching down next to her. "Benjamin…what was his last name?"

She shrugged. "I don't know how 'e found me. Or why. 'Is last name was…erm…Dillinger, I think. Yeah, must've been. You remember him? 'E was over all the time, 'im and Albert was great friends." She looked up and he was gone.

"Toby!" She called. "Toby dear…can you 'elp me up?" He leaned over and did as he was told. "Where'd Mr. Todd go? 'E left in quite a hurry."
She shook her head. "I wouldn't even hazard a guess, love." She let go and limped over to the bed she'd spent most of the last 24 hours in. "I'll be glad when all this 'as healed." She smiled up at the boy.
Toby turned away and allowed a few tears to slip from his eyes. He started to walk away but she pulled him back. "Toby, dear, what's wrong? Are you alright?" He shook his head. "Come sit 'ere with me, it's alright…" She sat him down on the edge of the bed stared into his worried eyes.
"Mr. T…He took one…" He pulled out the box that held Sweeney's razors. "You said 'e wouldn't do it again…'E said so 'imself!"
She went pale. "Oh no…"