In a few months time the building on Fleet Street opened once again with a sign posted on the old brick exterior "Assistant Needed Inquire Upstairs". A darkly dressed man with a cane could be seen going up to the barber shop every day, business was still steady considering the high state of the area now.
The barber sat alone in the parlor by the fire every night sipping wine and toying with a diamond ring with his fingers. He stared into the flames occasionally wincing and readjusting his back in the chair. His young bride to be had abandoned him and fled London, the barber was now considered an esteemed member of the community and many sympathized with the now crippled man. The kitchen remained virtually untouched
He gazed at the diamond ring in the firelight and his brow lowered as he examined it. "Must be beautiful and pale, with yellow hair, like her…" He sang softly to himself as a lone tear escaped from his eye. "I wanted her." The wine glass was thrown from his hand and into the fire, a ball of flames roared toward the demon barber but did not reach him.
Breathing heavily he walked down the hall and into his bedroom, once more there lay the demon barber of Fleet Street alone. The scars on his bare back were horrendous and made him look twisted even more. The moon shone onto his pale face with his puffy baggy eyes and creased forehead. Mr. Todd tossed and turned like any other night, he longed for the warmth of another's flesh. Perhaps another would come.