AN: First off, thanks for the reviews everyone! You guys rock and I really do appreciate the feedback more than you know! Now, I know this chapter is like super short and probably not that great, but please bear with me. This is NOT an easy story to write and develop by no means. I'll do my best to make the next chapter longer and everything...sorry. Please take five seconds to review though if you don't mind!

Jack awoke the next morning to find himself in the dusty loft above the pie shop. Clearly his feet had carried him back there after his run-in with the beggar woman although he had no recollection of returning.

Jack looked around the room in confusion. How? How did I end up here again? he wondered. Then he thought of Sweeney Todd and his anger the last time he found Jack in his room. Jack leapt out of bed, grabbed his effects, and bolted for the door fearing another confrontation.

As Jack reached his hand out for the doorknob, there came a knock. Jack nearly jumped out of his skin as he backed away from the door. Then Mrs. Lovett's voice sounded from the other side, "Hello? Captain?"

Jack sighed in relief that it wasn't Mr. Todd. He approached the door again and flung it open. "Good morning, Mrs. Lovett," Jack greeted.

"Morning, love," she said, stepping into the room. "So decide that you really were overreacting?"

"Overreacting?" Jack questioned.

"About seeing Mr. Todd. I've never seen anyone freak out as much as you over seeing a ghost, or thinking you saw one."

"Are you trying to say I'm crazy? You've never seen him, have you?"

"No, I've never seen him but I've felt his presence. Of course, that's usually just me reminiscing those however-many years ago though," Mrs. Lovett sighed.

"So you are saying that I'm crazy."

"No, I'm saying that my mind plays tricks on me when I remember him," Mrs. Lovett said as a blank stare crossed her eyes as if she had entered another place and time.

"Well, I've never known a Mr. Sweeney Todd, so it can't be that," Jack spoke, drawing Mrs. Lovett from her memories.

"I suppose, sir."

Mrs. Lovett made her way towards the door. "Would you like a spot of breakfast, Captain Sparrow?" she asked, gently rubbing her fingertips over the top of his hand.

Jack stared at her with slight apprehension as he remembered the beggar woman's warning about her. She returned a puzzled expression. When he still didn't move, she walked over and took his hand, "Come on, love," and led him down the stairs.

As Mrs. Lovett prepared breakfast for Jack, he sat there absentmindedly watching her. She spoke, "So what brings you to London anyways?"

Jack was pulled from his thoughts and his longing for the sea. "Oh, well, err, I'm not really sure to be honest."

"How can you travel to a city such as this and not know why you came?"

"I…don't…know," Jack said, drifting back to a far off time.

Mrs. Lovett withdrew him from his thoughts once more as she put a plate of eggs in front of him. Jack made a face, remembering the really bad eggs that came when aboard a ship. She patiently waited at his left for him to try them. As he raised the fork to his mouth, he frowned and thought a little prayer, as he tasted them. They weren't that bad. He smiled as best he could at Mrs. Lovett to make her feel better. They may not have been as bad as the ones from his ship, but they still weren't very good.

As he finished eating as quickly as he could (he couldn't taste them as much if he ate them fast), Mrs. Lovett suggested that he go out in London, maybe he could find out why he came. Jack nodded, it wasn't a horrid idea as long as he didn't bump into Sweeney again...