Yes! I managed to get another chapter out today! Read, review, and enjoy!

Mrs. Lovett could tell that something was up with Sweeney Todd that morning. She noticed something was up with him when she brought him his breakfast.

"Here's your breakfast, Mr. Todd," Eleanor said as she placed the tray of food on his desk. He kept his back to her, staring out the window. Instead of trying to push him into telling her what was wrong, Mrs. Lovett attempted to start a conversation.

"Had quite the ruckus in me shop, yesterday!" She said cheerfully. Sweeney didn't respond, "Uh…well, one of me customers' children 'ad a pet rat and 'e let it loose! Caused quite a mess, it did!" Sweeney still said nothing to the baker.

"…um, Mr. Todd?"

"Hm?"

"I've been thinkin' on wot we should do after you get your revenge on those who hurt you…" She said quietly. Sweeney turned his head slightly, indicating that he was listening, "Well…when we earn enough money, weshouldmoveawayfromLondon." Mrs. Lovett said the last part rather quickly.

"Hm," The barber grunted. Mrs. Lovett wasn't sure whether he was agreeing with her or disagreeing with her.

"I mean…if ye want."

"…" He said nothing. Mrs. Lovett looked down at her feet, twiddling her fingers slightly as she thought of what else to say to him.

"I can understand if ye don't want to, Mr. T…especially with Lucy and all…" Sweeney's eyes widened, but all Mrs. Lovett could see was the back of his head. Mrs. Lovett's face lit up when she got an idea.

"But, if we could convince Lucy to join us, maybe she'll regain some of her marbles an' recover some!" The baker said enthusiastically. Sweeney reached for his razor, "Don't ye think that'd work? Takin' Lucy awa--" Mrs. Lovett was roughly slammed up against the wall. The Demon Barber angrily brought his razor to her throat.

"How dare you speak her name!"

"Mr. Todd, wot are you--"

"SILENCE!" He roared, bringing the razor dangerously closer. Mrs. Lovett was frightened and confused.

Wot did I do? She thought wildly to herself, feeling the cold razor blade on her neck.

"You are never to speak her name again," Sweeney Todd whispered in a low growl, "Do you understand?"

"Mr. Todd, please--"

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" As he yelled this, he applied force to the blade, but it was more than he had intended it to be.

"ARGH!" Mrs. Lovett cried out in pain, kicking Sweeney Todd off of her. He fell, hard, on the floor. Mrs. Lovett stared down at him, horrified that she had kicked him to the ground. He stared back up at her, horrified to see the 1 ½ long cut along her throat.

"…Mrs. Lovett…" As he spoke, Eleanor dashed out of the Barber Shoppe. When she made it to the stair case, she tripped and tumbled down them. Sweeney ran out of his shop when he saw her fall. He looked down the stairs to see Toby trying to help Mrs. Lovett up.

"I'm fine!" She snapped, pushing the stunned boy away as she got to her feet and ran into her shop. Toby had a confused look on his face until he spotted Sweeney at the top of the stair case. He glared daggers at Sweeney and stormed into the Pie Shoppe. After a minute, Sweeney went back into his own apartment. He stared at the bloody razor in his hand for the longest time before he furiously threw it across the room, letting out a strangled cry. The barber fell to his knees, shaking violently.

Why? Why did I do that? He asked himself. Sweeney noticed the tray of food on his desk. He stared at it, transfixed.

She made that for me… The barber got up and walked over to his desk to examine the meal. It was his favorite breakfast dish that he used to enjoy dearly as Benjamin Barker.

"She has been a wonder…a bloody wonder to me…" He said, aloud, to himself. Sweeney turned and glared at the razor blade that he had thrown across the room, "…and that is how I repay her…" Sweeney Todd walked across the room and retrieved the razor. He took out a cloth and generously wiped Mrs. Lovett's blood clean from the blade. He stared at the blade for a minute before he rolled up his sleeve and gave himself a cut along his arm. After examining the wound, Sweeney Todd took an old rag and tightly bounded the wound, wincing at the pain. After that was done, he wiped the blood clean and put the razor back in its holster. Sweeney then walked over to his desk and took a seat. He ate the breakfast that Mrs. Lovett had made for him in silence.

I hope you guys liked this chapter. I hope it wasn't too short.