A/N: So so sorry for not updating sooner. I've joined a forum and have to write for that as well. I'll try and update ASAP!


One month later:

I've never felt like I've had more of a family ever. No one fights, we all just get along. My grades have been improving, though not by much. Mrs. Lovett has been trying to help me as much as she could with homework. I would try to ask as little as possible. Depending on other people was not my strongest point.

Rehearsals have me constantly singing. My voice has becoming strained. A lot of people have been getting sick, putting more stress and pressure on the director. Absolutely no one could be absent for the show, we didn't have any understudies!

I did my best not to even catch a cold. Sometimes I thought I was getting a little paranoid though because every time someone would sneeze, I would jump a few inches away from them. It was just a reflex and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The woman kept coming to the rehearsals. I would never talk to her, no matter how much I wanted to. There were a few questions I needed to ask her. There was an air of familiarity around her. She kind of looked a lot like my real dad. But they couldn't be related, she surely would've been mentioned, and I had no family left as far as I knew.

Funny, I kind of missed talking to Toby. He made my world seem a little more interesting, adding an air of mystery every time he visited. But he had crossed over and was gone from this world forever. My mind kept jumping back to Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney.

At the Shop:

It had taken most of the day for Nellie to gather up what little courage she possessed at the moment. She desperately needed to talk with Sweeney. Jamie was catching on to the fact that they were still on Earth. Nellie couldn't just tell the girl that they weren't exactly invited to the other side because of what they had done. Jamie would probably freak out because it would mean that they truly were evil and she might suspect that they could possible kill her at any time of day.

"Mistah Todd!" She called out into the shop. He materialized in front of her, not looking very happy that he had been disturbed. "We 'ave to talk. It's rather urgent."

He didn't say anything; he just let her continue speaking. "Jamie's catching on to the fact that we're still here." she spoke nervously. Sweeney froze in his place. This was definitely not good. The two jumped a few inches in the air when they heard the door open and saw the fifteen year old burst in, out of breath.

"I…ran…all the way…home…from school." She announced in between her panting.

"Why would you do that love?"

"Cos I suck in gym class, that's why." Mrs. Lovett gave a secret smile when she noticed Jamie's accent. "I need to start practicin' my running if I wanna improve my grade." Jamie explained as she dropped her school bag on the floor. "And I've been thinking…about you and dad…I know you know."

Mrs. Lovett gave a quizzical look, "Know what love?"

"Know why you two haven't crossed over." The topic that the two ghosts have been dreading just moments before, spoken of.

They couldn't hide it any longer. "Well, you see Jamie, Mistah T and I, ain't exactly invited to the OtherSide." Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett were just waiting for Jamie to freak out, perhaps even run and pack up her stuff to get out of there as fast as she could.

But Jamie was someone you needed to expect the unexpected from. "So…compensate. Do something good to make up for the bad." She explained as if it were no big deal.

"Little late for that isn't it?" Sweeney asked.

She gave a wicked grin, "Never too late for anything. Now, the trouble is, how are we going to make it happen?"

"We?" Sweeney inquired. "Who said you were involved?"

Flashbacks and memories flooded Jamie's mind as she remembered the first day she came here. Sweeney said those exact same words.

"Come on, we're talking about James Todd. Face it, you need Me." she giggled. And this time, Sweeney couldn't agree more.

Jamie screwed up her face in concentration and it froze that way for what seemed like several minutes. "Nope, can't think of anything." She shrugged and picked her school bag, and brought it to the parlour.

She called out from the parlour, "At least it's Friday, and in a couple more months, spring break, and then, the play!"

"And we can't wait love!" Mrs. Lovett called back.

The only thing on Jamie's mind was the play. And how to get her parents to redeem themselves. What could possibly make up for the fact that hundreds of men died and were eaten by their hands? Mulling over this, Jamie went to her room.

Jamie's POV:

The book I was reading was fading from my eyesight. School had been especially tiring, what with studying for finals. Everyone was well aware that they were far away, but our school wanted to make sure were at the top of our game.

A soft knock on my door and a creaking sound prepared me for Mrs. Lovett. She sat herself down next to me on the bed.

"Listen Jamie, I don't want you worryin' abou' this 'ole crossing over thing, alrigh'?" she asked, seriousness gleaming in her eyes.

I nodded vigorously, "Yeah no problem, sure thing."

"Good." And she kissed the top of my head. "Wot you reading?"

I kept my thumb on my page while showing her the cover. "To Kill a Mockingbird." I told her, though I was perfectly aware that she could read.

"Interesting title, and wot's it abou'?"

"Couldn't tell ya." I laughed, speaking truthfully. I marked my page and put my book down and sighed deeply. "I think I'm going to go over some lines."

"Good idea love. I'll leave you to it." She left, but I was still far from focusing. The one thing on my mind: Eric.

Did I like him? Or was I still pissed at him? Maybe I was the one overreacting now.

"Easy now, hush love hush, don't distress yourself, wot's your rush? Keep your thoughts nice and lush, wait."

Nice thoughts, happy thoughts.

"Hush love hush, think it through. Once it bubbles then wot's to do? Watch it close, let it brew, wait."

Keep an eye on the situation, got it.

"I've been thinkin' flowers, maybe daisies to brighten up the room. Don't you think some flowers, pretty daisies, might relieve gloom?"

This place could use some cheering up.

"Ah wait, love wait."

Be patient, just wait. Everything will work out itself out in the end.