No Place Like London- Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
It was a wonderful sunny day indeed as V stood above upon his rooftop, gazing out at the sun kissed midday cityscape of a warm summery London.
His clothes were thin, and white. In order to maintain healthy levels of certain vitamins his skin needed trace amount of sunlight. Only small amounts, as his skin was still rather sensitive to anything so intrusive.
A light breeze blew about, bringing in the fresh scents of the busy city
Evey would enjoy this, he thought, she craves to see daylight once more.
"But she can't," his whisper was low, his mood suddenly dark, "not until she is free of her fear. Not until she can walk this horrible and beautiful world as a free woman once more. I won't let her. I simply can't let her."
