Sweeney didn't know how he'd survived the fall.

He should've died... Or at least been caught... Yet here he was, lying safely in the back of a grocer's cart, suffering nothing more than a broken leg.

Lying up against a large sack of flour, Sweeney smiled to himself, thanking sheer dumb luck that he'd managed to get away safely.

He supposed it was his instincts which had saved him from the fall... It was them which had saved him the last time he'd jumped from such a height, back when he was in prison.

Sweeney had known from experience to bend his legs, to go limp and roll upon impact... Had he done the same act fifteen years ago, he'd probably be dead.

The police obviously hadn't seen him slip into the back of the nearby grocer's cart either, as once the driver had returned and drove off down the street not one person had even bothered to follow.

They were all too stupid, too blind to look up from the bushes and alleyways they were searching to see the barber stowed away in the back of the cart. Even if they had, Sweeney had hidden himself far too well to be seen.

Sweeney groaned and clutched his leg as the cart suddenly bumped uncomfortably over a hole in the road.

He knew he couldn't stay here forever, they'd eventually reach the markets and the driver would soon discover Sweeney.

He knew he'd eventually have to jump off.

Taking his razor from its holster, Sweeney quickly began to hack away at the sack of flour he was leaning against, tearing a long strip of fabric from it.

It wasn't much of a bandage, but it'd do.

Sitting up, Sweeney slowly edged himself to the end of the cart. The stone road below flew past beneath his feet as the cart sped along.

Mr Todd held on tightly to the sides of the cart, positioning himself to drop.

Yet before he had a chance to brace himself, the cart bumped over another hole. Mr Todd lost his balance and fell.

His broken leg landed first and immediately buckled out from beneath him, causing him to drop straight to the ground.

Sweeney's head hit against the hard stone, his body landing roughly against the road as he finally rolled to a stop.

Laying there for a moment, Sweeney groaned and tried shifting his aching body. The sound of the horse and cart soon faded off into the distance.

Weakly raising his head, Mr Todd looked around to find the street completely deserted, lit only by a few dim street lights. The cart was long gone.

Mr Todd was now completely alone.

But as luck would have it, Sweeney soon recognised his surroundings.

He was very near the old park which he used to take his Lucy to, long before the evils of this world had torn their perfect family apart.

Mr Todd decided he would hide there until he came up with a plan of what to do next. After all, it would be morning soon... The darkness couldn't hide him forever.

Wincing as he dragged himself across towards the park, Sweeney finally made it to a large tree and collapsed at the foot of it, slowly pulling himself up to lean his back against its trunk.

Sweeney then got straight to work, quickly grabbing the straightest stick he could find.

Holding it firmly against his broken leg, he took the strip of material he'd cut earlier and wrapped it loosely around his leg.

He then took a few steady breaths as he braced himself.

The bandage would have to be pulled swiftly, allowing the broken bone to be quickly set back into place against the splint.

Gritting his teeth together to stop himself from crying out in pain, Sweeney quickly pulled.

The bone quickly straightened back up as it was forced hard against the stick.

He let out a small muffled cry of pain, but that was all. It didn't hurt as badly as he thought it would, but then again Mr Todd had grown accustomed to pain over the years.

Wincing as he leaned heavier against the tree, Sweeney tried taking his mind off it by instead thinking back on the days when he and Lucy would've sat beneath this tree.

They'd probably have had a picnic, chatting foolishly about their future, their love for one another...

Mr Todd almost laughed now at how naive he'd been back then.

After all, the park was only around the corner from the judge's house... That bastard could've been gazing down at his Lucy all day long and Sweeney wouldn't have even known.

He then sat there in silence, his mind slowly drifting off into dreams. Yet the barber couldn't sleep... For some reason, he couldn't stop thinking about Mrs Lovett.

He got a strange feeling in his stomach every time this happened, yet he couldn't manage to shake her from his mind.

They were in the kitchen. When any other woman would've run off to the law, Mrs Lovett had simply smiled mischievously at Sweeney as she came up with a plan to help cover his tracks... A plan to gain a profit from his killings.

Mr Todd couldn't help but smile as he listened. The woman was a genius.

"Mrs Lovett, you're a bloody wonder." He told her as he approached, his eyes now gleaming with excitement.

She smiled back as he quickly grabbed a hold of her, his arm around her waist. They began to dance around her shop together, hand in hand, not a care in the world as they sung cheerfully together.

It wasn't until later that things began to fall apart. The darkness began to bring out thoughts of revenge and sorrow in which Sweeney could not get rid of... Painful memories began to haunt him all through the nights...

And then there was Mrs Lovett. She would come upstairs, trying to comfort him.

But she couldn't... If anything she just made things worse.

For Mrs Lovett couldn't understand why the touch of another woman would make Sweeney feel even worse about losing his wife... Why putting her arm around him, speaking to him in that comforting voice of hers, would make him feel as if he were somehow betraying his poor Lucy.

She never understood why Mr Todd would continuously tell her to leave him, why he'd stop talking to her, why he never got close to her anymore...

He knew she blamed herself at first, told herself he simply didn't like her anymore... Yet this only seemed to make the woman become more delusional than ever.

She began to live in denial, in the blind hope that Sweeney would one day admit his love for her... The love that Sweeney knew he could never give her.

So after a while Mr Todd began to just shut it all out. Come nightfall, he would simply drink until everything was gone, until he felt nothing anymore.

And yet she still came, still trying to comfort him, still trying to gain his affections... And so he would hurt her for it.

Sometimes it was by accident, but other times it was simply because she was there. Mrs Lovett was easy to blame, and even easier to take his troubles out on.

Most of the time it was just a quick punch to the stomach, a slap on the face... Other times she wasn't so lucky.

Once he finally realised what he'd been doing, Sweeney felt terrible. He then decided that was it- he'd never drink again...

And it was then that Mr Todd found out that Mrs Lovett, the one person in the world he'd thought he could really trust, had been the one to truly betray him.

Only a few hours after Sweeney had discovered she'd murder his wife, Mrs Lovett had stolen his dignity.

She allowed Sweeney to kiss her like he would his Lucy... She knew how much he loved his wife and still she stood by and let him betray her... She used him.

It was all too much... Sweeney was so angry, so drunk... She'd deserved to die.

Yet now, as his head cleared and the alcohol faded from his body, Mr Todd's anger towards Mrs Lovett slowly began to fade, leaving behind nothing but a strange sense of remorse.

She'd been stupid, yes... And selfish... But in the end Sweeney knew that all the stupid woman really had wanted was to be loved.

He wondered if she really had deserved to be killed simply for wanting that.

But she'd killed Lucy... She murdered your wife...

Sweeney sighed. He didn't know what to think anymore.

Slowly he slid down to lay against the soft grass, attempting to fall asleep, even though he knew sleep would never come.

In the morning, I'll go find the judge... Sweeney decided. Tomorrow, I'll end it all...

He sighed to himself.

Once the judge was dead Sweeney knew he'd probably be caught, be hanged... But he didn't care anymore.

He was sick of waiting.

Lucy was dead, Mrs Lovett was dead... There was nothing left in this world for Sweeney now but revenge.

And tomorrow, he would have it... Even if he had to die for it.