Please don't hurt me! I know that it's been awhile, but listen, I'm on vacation. Cut me a little slack will ya!

Disclaimer: I do not own a single thing. Oh wait, I do own James. He's pretty much awesome right?

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Mr. Todd turned to Mrs. Lovett and noticed that in her haste, she hadn't laced up her corset properly and her dress was partially unbuttoned. He let out a snicker.

"What?" protested Mrs. Lovett, "I was in a rush!"

The pair walked back to their room and collapsed on Mrs. Lovett's worn mattress, still very tired from the night before. Neither one bothered to undress; they were too exhausted.

The day passed uneventfully. Anthony went out to buy Johanna a ring. Johanna tidied up the parlor and their new living quarters. Things were rather peaceful until Johanna found Pirelli's sack of dirty laundry. Deciding to try her hand at washing, she dumped out the sack in the washroom. The bloody dress, pants and shirt tumbled out. Johanna covered her mouth with her hand and stumbled backwards. "Anthony!" she tried to scream, but her voice had stopped working and it came out as a squeak.

She kept walking back out of the room and bumped into Toby, who was walking by the door. Seeing her pale face, he grabbed her arm and soothingly asked, "Ma'am, are you all right?"

Johanna shook her head and pointed. Toby looked in the direction of the her finger and saw the clothes lying in a bloody heap. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. "Oh," he said quietly.

Johanna burst into tears and leaned all of her weight on the scrawny child. He struggled to support her and guided her to the parlor, where he gently (and gratefully) sat her on the couch.

Johanna buried her face in her hands and continued to sob uncontrollably. "Will it never leave?" she cried hysterically, "What did I do?" She began to wring her hands in her skirt. "When will it end?"

Poor Toby was at a loss for what to do. He sat down and awkwardly patted the young woman's back. At this gesture, Johanna threw herself at the boy and buried her face in his thin shoulder. Eventually, Johanna's sobs subsided. After a moment of silence, Anthony burst into the parlor exclaiming something about the perfect ring.

"I found it!" he shouted, "It's perfect for-" he stopped when he saw Johanna's tear-stained face. "Johanna, my love," he asked, "What's wrong?"

Johanna shook her head, still unable to speak. Toby, seeing her predicament said quietly, "Sir, I think you should look in the washroom."

Anthony disappeared for a short while and then returned. "I didn't see anything." he said, puzzled.

Toby cocked his head and got up from the couch. "You're sure?" he asked.

"All I saw were some of Signor Pirelli's clothes on the floor," Anthony answered.

Toby dashed from the room and came back breathless. "They're gone!" he exclaimed.

Anthony looked at Toby. "What's gone?" he asked, "What was there?"

Toby turned to the sailor. "There was a dress, and a shirt and pants in there sir." he answered, "And they were covered with blood."

Anthony shook his head. "I don't understand."

"I was going to try to wash some of those clothes," Johanna spoke up, "And they were in there." The girl began to tremble. "Oh Anthony!" she whispered, "Why won't it go away?"

Anthony hurried over to sit next to her. Wrapping his arms around her he rocked her gently, at a loss for words. Toby took this as his cue to leave, but Anthony called after him saying, "Toby, stay, I want to ask you a few things about this."

The boy shuffled over to the couple. "Yes sir?" he asked.

"Tell me exactly, what did you see?" the sailor asked.

"Well Sir," Toby began, "I didn't pay too much attention to the clothes, but there was a dress."

"What color was it?" interrupted Anthony.

"It was brown Sir," answered Toby, "And covered in blood. And there was a pair of pants. They were black. And a white shirt. Both bloody." Toby shook his head, as if to try and shake the memory from his mind.

"Thank you." said Anthony, "You may leave if you want now."

Toby looked up shyly. "If you don't mind sir," he said timidly, "I'd like to stay here for a little while."

Anthony gave him a grim smile and nodded. "I don't mind at all." he said.

The boy cautiously sat down next to Anthony and leaned his head on the armrest. Johanna soon fell asleep against Anthony and Toby against the couch. But Anthony stayed awake, pondering what Toby had said.

Meanwhile......

"I didn't know she was going to want to wash 'em!" Mrs. Lovett shouted, "Bloody 'ell, I didn't even know she was going to stay here!"

"Thanks to you, my daughter has been traumatized again!" said Sweeney.

The two had heard Johanna's sobs and instantly knew what had happened. They had hurried and retrieved the clothes before anyone else would see them. Now Mr. Todd was mad and so was Mrs. Lovett.

"Well it wasn't my fault she was traumatized the first time!" she retorted.

Sweeney glared. "But it was your idea to scare the judge first!"

"You wanted to kill 'im in the first place!" Mrs. Lovett said.

"I could have done it quickly, with no screaming, and then she wouldn't have found out. His maids would have."

"Or you could 'ave let 'im live!"

"This is all your fault!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"IS NOT!!"

"IT IS TOO AND YOU KNOW IT!" Sweeney shouted at the top of his lungs.

Mrs. Lovett crossed her arms and pouted. "It is not." she said quietly, "All I wanted to do was scare away Pirelli. I didn't expect her to find 'em, let alone even be here."

Mr. Todd opened his mouth, and then closed it, not knowing what to say. Finally, he sat down and said, "Well, now we have an even bigger problem."

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A/N: I know it's a little shorter than the last couple of chapters, but like I said, I'm on vacation. Now, to show that you really to care about me, press that little button right there and tell me what you think of my latest chapter.