Author's Note: Finallllly. Sorry for the wait people. I've had writer's block with my fanfics, but yet, I have been able to write in my Book. Yeah, weird. So this is so much shorter than the other chapters, and semi-confusing, but I hope you like it regardless. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Sweeney Todd or Eleanor, Or Toby... Or Lucy. :D


That was when they both heard it.

Bailey screamed... and everything went dark.

Then Sweeney and Eleanor both caught sight of someone they never thought they would see again.

Tobias Ragg stood there staring at the two of them, his eyes full of agony.

"Wot did you do to me mum?" He simply asked.

Eleanor fainted within seconds.


"Is she alright, sir?" The question was faint, but Eleanor heard him distinctively ask it.

"She's just a bit, shocked, that's all." Then she remembered... after Sweeney spoke, the memory of Toby's face shot through her mind and she sat up.

"Toby!" She yelled, staring at the boy.

"Mum, I'm sorry but 'ow do yeh know me name?" Toby asked, frowning.

Eleanor stared in disbelief. Toby didn't recognize his own mum? The one who had cared for him after Pirelli was murdered... but then again, she wasn't so sure if he truly didn't know, or just didn't want too.

"Toby, i's me, Mrs. Lovett." She whispered, tears threatening to sting her eyes.

Sweeney looked down at her, his eyes soft. He knew she had forgotten Toby had died years ago... even before he hit manhood. But the sadness in her eyes hurt the very essence of himself... like when she was in pain, he was now too.

"Mrs. Lovett?" Toby pulled his hand through his messy brown hair and sighed. "I'm sorry mum. I don't know anyone by that name."

Eleanor felt the tears fall from her eyes as she watched Bailey sit up beside Toby, her eyes soft.

"Ah boy," She whispered, leaning into his hair. "I knew you'd come back to me."

Toby smiled, leaning in to press his lips softly against Bailey's neck.

Eleanor hissed in anger, but Sweeney pulled her back making sure to hold onto her tightly.

"He's a grown man Eleanor."

She stopped fighting Sweeney's grip and stared at Toby. Sweeney was right; Toby was no longer the boy she had once known, he was a man now... and a good-looking one at that. He stood, bringing Bailey up with him, and she noted how lean and muscular he had grown.

Eleanor felt unease grow in her stomach. Tobias Ragg had grown up to look like a greek god.

"If you'll excuse me and my boyfriend." Bailey said with a faint smile.

Sweeney eyed her, noting that her face looked even more familiar now, even more like Lucy. Then it hit him.

Somewhere around them, everyone they once knew existed.

"Eleanor, I need to speak with you." Sweeney grabbed her arm as she sobbed some more, watching Toby moving farther and farther away. "Eleanor, get up and stop blubbering."

She realized, with a soft sigh, she had made it back into Sweeney's apartment. "Wot is it love?"

"That was Toby and Lucy." He whispered. "Eleanor, everyone we knew in our old life are here in the city with us. I don't know if they can remember us or not, because Bailey only seemed to have a recollection when I kissed you. Emotional reminders must be what let them know who we are."

"So tha' was yeh're Lucy an' me Toby, fer sure?" She asked, wiping the last remaining tears from her eyes. "Then, 'ow can I believe tha' yeh really didn' force yerself on 'er? She's yeh're ol' wifey-"

Sweeney stared at Eleanor Lovett, anger threatening to burst from within his chest. He didn't understand this woman... he loved her to death, but she was so daft, he couldn't understand. She was so afraid he was going to go after another woman, that he couldn't believe she didn't trust him at all. It pissed him off to no end.

"You know what Eleanor, if you're not going to trust me, then how can we even be together?" He asked, anger rising in his voice.

Eleanor felt her stomach drop as Sweeney glared at her. "Then I guess we can', Sweeney."

Those five words rang through his head for minutes before he spoke again. "Get out of my apartment Mrs. Lovett."

"With pleasure, Mr. T." She turned away, throwing the door open with such force that she nearly knocked an expensive looking vase off of the bookshelf in his apartment. "And yeh know wot? I 'ate yeh Mr. T. Go throw yehrself inter in oven."

Sweeney stared as she slammed the door shut and the vase dropped to the floor with a crash.

He had lost her for third time and regretted it again.


End Note: Soooooo yeah. I should update in the week. I have BIG plans so yeah. Please donate to the pity review fund and leave Rikku some lovee. :D