Disclaimer: Let me tell you something obvious: I do NOT own Sweeney Todd.

Mrs. Lovett looked at the mysterious man, and he quickly turned around a walked briskly away. Amelia seemed to have wakened, and looked around the shop.

"Oh dear," She moaned and clutched her forehead, " Do you have any pies left over, Mrs. Lovett?"

Mrs. Lovett opened her mouth and shut it quickly, not knowing what to say.

"Oh…er…the shop's closed. We ran out of meat for the pies, love."

"Who's he?" Amelia asked rudely, kicking Toby lightly with her foot.

Mrs. Lovett felt her temper rise by the rudeness in her voice. She heard her blood pound in her ears, and glared at Amelia.

"That would be Toby. He works here." Mrs. Lovett replied coldly, and gently tried to pick Toby up. Amelia just stood there, not bothering to help Mrs. Lovett pick up the sleeping boy.

"Oh."

Mrs. Lovett laid Toby down on one of her sofas in the other room, and stroked his messy brown hair. She looked at him lovingly, until the annoying voice of Amelia broker her out of her motherly thoughts.

"Oh, Mrs. Loooovett!" Amelia called out, and Mrs. Lovett rolled her eyes.

"Yes, love?" She replied with a tight smile.

"I need someone to taaaaaaaaalk to!" Amelia said in a singy-songy voice.

Mrs. Lovett entered her kitchen, where Amelia sat in one of the chairs.

"Have you ever been…in love?" Amelia asked, closing her eyes.

Mrs. Lovett raised her eyebrows and wondered why on bloody earth the woman was talking about love. The alcohol still seemed to have some affect on her.

"No." Mrs. Lovett lied.

" I have." Amelia responded, her eyes still closed. Her head was now tilted back, and a smile was forming on her lips.

"That's wonderful, Amelia." Mrs. Lovett replied, mock in her voice.

"It's a wonderful thing, love. Until it gets taken away from you. Until it gets snatched from beneath you." Amelia said, opening her eyes, her voice going cold. Her eyes burned with the anger that Mrs. Lovett had seen when she had first entered Sweeney's shop.

"And you know to who love was taken away from me? A silly little blonde haired, pale skinned girl! A married blonde hair, pale skinned girl! She had a daughter, and a husband! And my bloody husband chooses to leave me, and chase after her. I don't even know what her name was." Amelia spoke with such ferocity in her voice, that Mrs. Lovett chose to have her rolling pin nearby in case anything should happen.

Then, it hit her. She knew whom that blonde haired, pale skinned girl was. It was Lucy. Amelia was married to Turpin. She had lied to them. She wasn't Amelia Smith. She was Amelia Turpin.

Mrs. Lovett ran out of her door, leaving a very confused Amelia in her shop and up the stairs to Sweeney's shop. She slammed the door open, startling Mr. Todd.

"Smithy…is not…Smithy," she panted, catching her breath, "married…to…Turpin."

Sweeney's eyes widened realizing what Mrs. Lovett had just said, and he reached for his razor.

"Turpin…left…her…for…Lucy." Mrs. Lovett still panted, standing up straight.

The door opened, and Amelia stepped in.

"Mrs. Lovett! I do think it is quite rude to run out on some…" Amelia seemed to have noticed the evil look in Mr. Todd's eyes, and stepped back against the door.

"Had a nice little relationship with Turpin, Amelia?" Mr. Todd asked, grabbing a hold of his razor.

" I hate Judge Turpin." Amelia growled, and grabbed the doorknob.

"He left me for…her!" Amelia saw the picture of Lucy on the wall, and walked toward it.

"You're him, aren't you? You're Benjamin Barker!"

Author's Note: Oh! Cliffhanger! I know… I know. You people hate the suspense…oh well. You will find out how Mr. Todd reacts to Amelia finding out his true identity…and for those anticipating the OC/Lovett I had put in the previous chapter, don't worry! There will be more of that to come! R-E-V-I-E-W! If you don't…I will be very sad and a sing a song of sadness…which you don't want me to!