AN: Well, this is the last part. I promise it will make up for how sad the actual story was. Thanks so much to all of my reviewers. Really, you don't know how happy they made me. I mean, this was my first fanfic, and you guys totally made me feel great about it. So thanks again!

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Where was he?

Who was he?

Benjamin Barker was standing, or floating, or something; but he did not know where. He wanted to open his eyes, but he didn't even have the strength to do that.

Then, all of a sudden, he was lying on a solid, hardwood floor. Had he just imagined the floating sensation? Or had he actually just gotten there? Benjamin wanted to get up, but he couldn't.

"I need to get home, or Lucy will worry," He thought. Again, he tried to move but he still couldn't.

"I need to go take care of Johanna before Lucy leaves. Or maybe Mrs. Lovett will be able to watch her while Lucy is away… Mrs. Lovett…"

Then everything came flooding back.

Sweeney Todd sat up abruptly. He felt like he had woken up from a long dream. One in which had thought that he was still Benjamin Barker, and that Lucy was still alive. And although Sweeney wasn't sad, he couldn't help but feel sorry for himself.

How long had he been here? He could've been laying there for days, or years, or seconds. He had no idea how much time was passing anymore. Maybe there was no time anymore.

Sweeney looked around. He was in a room almost identical to his barbershop. The only difference was that there was no door, but this didn't particularly bother him. He felt no urge to leave. Sweeney stood up and squinted in the light. He had been laying in the shadows, and the windows were really bright.

"This… this must be the afterlife," he thought. Sweeney suddenly looked down at his chest. There was no wound, no blood, nothing.

Then he heard footsteps behind him. Sweeney froze. His previous thoughts of having to spend eternity with Judge Turpin came back to him.

"Oh, God, it is the Judge, I know it…" he whipped around, but no one was there. Sweeney could still hear footsteps as he spun around in circles, looking for their source.

"Someone must be coming. The Judge- is coming." He thought to hide, but what good would that do? So Sweeney just stood for who knows how long, rooted to the spot, hoping, praying, that it was anyone but the judge-

The footsteps stopped. He felt someone was in the room now. Sweeney still didn't turn around.

Then he heard a very familiar voice, and he smiled, and his heart soared as he turned around.

" 'Ello, Mr. T."