Mary and Penelope tentatively made their way into the cellar. Roger looked around. It smelled nasty, a combination of a sewer and dead corpses. There were some nasty looking stains on the ground.

Judge Turpin turned and looked at the girls. There was something greedy in his eyes. Judge Turpin paused, and seemed to contemplate something. Then, he started walking towards Penelope.

"My, my, my, you are a very beautiful girl. Such lovely hair. I once knew a girl like you, but she didn't trust me and ran away with a sailor…" Penelope kept walking back, but eventually she stopped, with her back pressed against the wall. Judge Turpin kept walking closer, talking and talking about pretty ladies with long blonde hair.

Roger and Mary meanwhile were getting madder and madder. Mary opened her mouth to say something when Roger stepped forward. He swung his arm through Judge Turpin's head. It didn't do any damage, but the meaning was clear.

Judge Turpin swung around and glared at Roger. "Stupid, little children. They have no place in the world and should be dealt with severely."

Mary grabbed Penelope and shoved her away, "Run!" she said, and went to rescue her brother. Beadle stepped in front of her. Mary took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She ran straight through Beadle, and got Roger. Running through a ghost isn't a pleasant experience. "Come on, let's go!" She tugged Roger away and out of the cellar, where she slammed the door shut. She turned to face Penelope.

"Okay, let's leave." Mary said, catching her breath.

"Wait," said Penelope looking up at some stairs leading up above. A ghost was there, frowning. The ghost turned and entered the room. Penelope frowned and followed her as something nagged in the back of her mind.

Mary went with Penelope, rather reluctantly. Before they entered the room, she grabbed Penelope's arm.

"We need to get out of here," said Mary fiercely.

"No, I need to find out the whole story," said Penelope.

"Why?!" asked Mary, exasperated.

"Because…that girl they were talking about, Johanna, that's my mom." said Penelope.

Mary raised her eyebrow, "Johanna's a common name…"

"It fits together. My dad's name is Anthony. I'm 16. They fled 16 years ago. I moved around a lot when I was younger, before settling here. I don't know my Mum's parents. I heard my parents talking about places like Fleet Street, and people like Judge Turpin and Sweeney Todd." Penelope took a deep breath. "Do you think my grandparents are up there?"

Mary thought. It was starting to make sense, somewhat. She sighed. "I think there is a really good chance that they are. And you should go up there. And I'll be right next to you." Mary turned to Roger. "Mrs. Lovett seemed to like you, can you stay with her until we're back." Roger nodded and went back into the pie shop. Mary and Penelope looked at each other, and then entered the room.