A/N: Not my best chapter. I'm serious. I only worked a few hours on this and it's not my best work. Sorry. I just wanted to update before tomorrow because my friend and I are spending all day together tomorrow. Easter vacation has begun! Which means I am able to stay up until three AM, writing. Yay!

Disclaimer: Can't believe I forgot about this all these other times. I don't own anything!

I would've liked to have woken up knowing that my little run in with Toby never happened. Of course, being me, it actually did happen.

What could he have meant by saying that I was in danger? What kind of danger? Or was he just delusional from the pneumonia? Did having pneumonia make you delusional?

My eyes flickered open, revealing the fact that the others were still sound asleep. I was stuck between them which made it damn near impossible to get out of the bed. But I managed by shimmying down to the bottom.

Sneaking into the shop, I grabbed a bite to eat. Sweeney walked in while I nibbled on my toast with strawberry jam. "Good morning." I said in between bites, though I'm sure it wasn't a good morning for Sweeney. It has to be at least six-forty-five AM. It shocked me that I was acting this cheerful. "Is mum awake?"

"Yes she is." said Mrs. Lovett as she entered a bright smile clearly visible. "How'd ya sleep love?" she asked me.

"Quite well thanks. Wish I was able to sleep in later." I laughed and sat in the booth that I always sit at, staring into space yet again. I screwed my face up in concentration as I tried to think of something that seemed to be nagging at my brain, but I couldn't place my finger on what it could be.

I jumped up in realization, "I have to rehearse my songs!" that was the weekend drama assignment. Learn as much of the songs as we could. I barely had begun, knowing only the tune. I rushed to my school bag and got out my script.

"Oh love, would you sing for us?" my stomach immediately filled with butterflies. I hate singing in front of people. I'm surprised that I didn't pass out during the auditions.

"Um, sure. Hm…" what song? Definitely not "Poor Thing". Not a good idea to sing that in front of Sweeney Todd.

An idea struck like lightning. "Dad, could you help me with this one?" he was hesitant, but agreed in the end, still unsure of my plan. I sat back down, across from him.

"Now, we got a body molding upstairs. Now what do you intend we should do about that thing?" You could see Sweeney's eyes light up, not with happiness no. Something else, something unknown, almost like the memory of revenge was too good.

"Later on when it's dark, we'll take it to some secret place and bury it." He responded fully from memory.

"Oh yeah, course we could do that. Don't suppose he's got any relatives gonna come pokin' around lookin' for 'im." I did my best to repeat the steps that we learned at drama, saying what to do in my head. Go to the window, look out it, and turn back to Sweeney.

"Seems a downright shame."

"Shame?"

"Seems an awful waste. Such a nice plump frame, wot's 'is name has, had, has nor it can't be traced. Business needs a lift, debts to be erased. Think of it as thrift, as a gift. If you get my drift." Sweeney just gave me a blank stare. Not sure if he was doing it on purpose or if he truly was lost. "Seems an awful waste. I mean, with the price of meat, wot it is, when you get, if you get it."

"Ah." Sweeney realized what I was talking about.

"Good you got it. Take for instance Mrs. Mooney and 'er pie shop. Business never better using only pussycats and toast. Now a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most. And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste."

"Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion imminently practical and yet appropriate as always. Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived without you all these years I'll never know."

"think about it, lot's of gentlemen will soon be coming for a shave. Won't they? Think of all them pies!"

"What's the sound of the world out there?"

"What Mistah Todd, what Mistah Todd, what is that sound?"

"Those crunching noises pervading the air."

"Yes Mistah Todd, yes Mistah Todd, yes all around."

"It's man devouring man my dear."

"And who are we to deny it in here!" we sang in unison at the window facing each other. I paused for a moment. "That's all we went over, I don't know anymore, sorry."

"Oh don't be love that was absolutely fantastic!" Mrs. Lovett congratulated me, loosely hugging me.

"Thanks mum. I think I'm going to go get some fresh air." My heart was still pounding from being so nervous.

"Do you think that's really a good idea? Wot with last night and all?" True concern showed in her eyes.

"I'm sure I'll be fine mum. See you in a bit!" I called out as I left the shop, noticing that I was beginning to develop a bit of an accent unintentionally. Not a strong one, barely noticeable, but it was there nonetheless.

Only a few other people were awake, it was still pretty early on a Saturday morning. I let my mind wander around a bit, thinking about school, my two friends and one acquaintance, the boy of my dreams who hates me, the play, and how Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett will think of it if they see it. Not sure if it would be a good idea if they came to the school. What if someone were to see them (other than Eric of course)?

"Hey you!" someone called out to me. I whirled around, looking for the caller, but saw no one I recognized. "Over here!" turning to the right of me, I saw an all too familiar face. It was Camille. She fast-walked over to me, sparkling in the rising sun (her outfit was covered in glitter). "I was hoping I'd find you in this area."

"And why are you looking for me? Scratch that, most importantly, why the hell are you out this early?" I was a mutual friend with Lucille, Camille on the other hand, I still didn't trust.

"Relax would you? I just want a word with you is all."

"Oh really?" I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms.

"Yes, is that so hard to believe?"

"Uh yeah it is actually."

"Okay, can we just push aside our differences for just this moment? There's something really important that I need to talk to you about." Okay, who is this person, and what has she done with Camille? Without waiting for me to reply, Camille continued, "Lucille told me about what happened the other day, in the park?"

"And…" I made a gesture with my hands signaling her to go on.

"And I wanted to thank you. She's been feeling a lot less depressed lately, more like herself." She gave a curt nod and adjusted her equally sparkly purple handbag for it to fit on her shoulder more comfortably.

"Well, you're welcome I suppose." I turned to walk off, but she grabbed my arm.

"Hang on, there's something else. We're all gettin' together on Halloween night. Wanna come?"

"Uh…"

"Oh come on, everyone'll be there, me, Lucille, Claire. It'll be a whole lot of fun." She begged me. Damn me for being persuaded so easily.

"Sure why not?"

"Brilliant! Talk to you more about it on Monday!" she shouted behind her as she whipped out her mobile and walked away, her one-inch heels clicking on the ground.

My life is being turned upside down as I know it!