It had been days since she last saw him. He stayed above in his barber shop with his thoughts, going over Mrs. Lovett's words carefully. Mrs. Lovett was worried; what if those were Benjamin's eyes. It would be tearing him apart, just knowing his reason for living didn't remember him. Though she was dead, what was left of his heart disappeared. For Mrs. Lovett, there was no chance for her. Her feelings for the barber would linger on.
She would push those unhappy thoughts from her mind. Though deep down she knew he would, could never love her back, she told herself just to keep on waiting. She walked across to the other side of her pie shop and sat at the table. She rested her head on her hand looking about the shop.
After a couple of minutes, Toby walked in and gave the middle-aged woman a great smile. He grabbed a glass and took the gin down from the shelf. Mrs. Lovett rolled her eyes, "You're an alcoholic," she muttered gingerly. Toby set the glass on the table and went to get another one.
Toby noted that she took another glance outside towards the stairs leading to the shop. Toby couldn't understand how a woman could smile, and look so worried at the one time. He sat himself down looking at her, just staring, admiring her for all she has put up with. Toby started to pour two glasses of gin, but Mrs. Lovett declined. She wasn't in a drinking mood.
"Mum, you seem tired, won't you go to sleep and I'll clean up the shop." Toby said with a reassuring smile across his face.
Mrs. Lovett turned her gaze to Toby she smiled. "Now, I can' let you do that…" Mrs. Lovett trailed of into a wide yawn. "…Maybe you 'ight," Mrs. Lovett and placed a hand on Toby's shoulder. "Don' you drink all that, bad enough you make me buy four bottles a week." Mrs. Lovett grinned as she walked up the stairs to her room.
Above Mr. Todd was pacing, no need to sleep, no need, his mind was still busy with trying to comprehend what Mrs. Lovett told him so many days agoI asked her, if she remembered Benjamin Barker…she…she didn' Mrs. Lovett's voice lingered in his mind.
How could his dear Lucy forget him, he gave so much for her. 'No!' She didn't forget him, the arsenic made her forget. 'Yes!' The arsenic did it, but there was no one he could blame for him killing her. 'Mrs. Lovett!' It was her that lied. 'Not lie, protected!' She didn't tell him, afraid of what might he do, then again, murdering people is his way of revenge.
Not telling him lead him worse, revenge had gotten the best of him. Now that he knew what his wife was like after she took the poison, more, newer questions popped in his head, and the only person that could answer them was Mrs. Lovett.
He walked down the stairs, opened the pie shop noticing the fire was light. He carefully walked into the room and noticed it was Toby. He had fallen asleep in front of the fire, with the bottle of gin and snuggled onto the floor. Mr. Todd rolled his eyes and muttered "Brat!" under his breathe. He then made his way up the stairs to her bedroom. He hadn't been up in this hallway in so long. He knocked once and when there was no answer he opened the door slowly.
He took silent steps into the room and saw Mrs. Lovett snug in her bed. He glared, jealously rose in him, how could Mrs. Lovett sleep knowing the sins of the world. He sat down on the bed, staring into the dark wall. He didn't know how to tell the woman he wanted to know more, so he did it the only way he knew how. He placed a cold hand on her warm shoulder and shook her for a few seconds until Mrs. Lovett awoke with a grunt.
"Oh," Mrs. Lovett sat up in her bed, rubbed her eyes and noticed who she was staring at. "What are you doin' Mr. Todd?"
Mr. Todd looked at Mrs. Lovett and then shifted his eye sight to the wall. "Lucy…What was she like when she took the poison?"
Mrs. Lovett's eyes widened. She had not seen him in days and it seemed his anger disappeared and now deep and utter sadness was now his new emotion, or at least for a couple of weeks. Until he found a new way to put revenge to this.
"Not 'erself…mad…her mind weakened," Mrs. Lovett just looked at Mr. Todd with saddened eyes. "Mr. T…I am sorry, I jus' thought of you, in the state you're in, wouldn' be able to deal knowin' you wife wasn' 'erself."
Mr. Todd continued to stare into the darkness of the wall. Mrs. Lovett turned herself around placing her feet on the floor and wrapping an arm around Mr. Todd. She flinched a bit feeling how cold he really was.
"She really did miss you…before she took the arsenic, she only cried for you." Mrs. Lovett looked at Mr. Todd for a minute or two before she got up and grabbed a bottle of rich wine and two glasses. She poured the wine into the glasses and handed one to Mr. Todd, sitting back down on the bed.
Mr. Todd looked at the wine in the glass, it was red, pure red, in a second he through it at the wall he was staring out. Mrs. Lovett jumped a little, her eyes filling up with tears and she just looked at Mr. Todd.
"Now, Mr. Todd, you got your revenge on the Judge but…"
"I'm a demon…" Mr. Todd spat out, his eyes still focusing on the wall. Mrs. Lovett looked at him confused. "What?"
"Monster!" Mr. Todd snapped, he got up and started to pace, whatever mood he was in it made him feel horrible. He hated himself for letting him become such a demon. This wasn't Sweeney at all, this was Benjamin. He placed a hand on the wall staring at the wooden marks on the wall.
"There's a hole
in the world like a great black pit
and it's filled with people
who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it."
Mrs. Lovett got up from her bed and placed her hand on top of Mr. Todd's. He just looked at her for moment, just staring deep in her eyes just for second.
"Oh, Benjamin…"