"So it is you…Benjamin Barker."

Sweeney got an even more angered look at the name, his hands clenching tightly into fists. "No. That man is dead. The name's Todd now. Sweeney Todd. And he will have his revenge."

Mrs. Lovett stared up at him, watching as his face went from enraged to a bit of a blank stare. He still had a firm glare on his face though. She let out a soft sigh and slowly stood, running her hands over the corset around her mid section to smooth out any wrinkles. She let her hair, as messy as it was, fall over her shoulder somewhat from the pigtail like hair style she had. With a smile, she took Sweeney's hand into her own and started to pull him up the steps.

Sweeney knew very well what was up those steps; knew what was going on. He had used to go up into that room and stay up there for hours at a time to find out more and more about being a barber. At one point he even invited another to teach him. Now…he didn't know what was up there. It could be a completely different room for all he knew. But he had a feeling nothing had changed, and nothing had been touched. His eyes darted for a few moments before he found himself at the door to said room. Mrs. Lovett reached forward, slowly pushing it open before stepping in.

"Don't be shy, come in. Not going to bite." Mrs. Lovett whispered as she started to walk toward the middle of the room.

Sweeney slowly walked into the room, his boots making a soft clunking sound on the ground. He looked about, a small bit of pain coming to his heart. It had been fifteen years, and the place still looked as if it had yet to be touched. As if nothing had changed since he left. He saw a crib in the corner by a broken mirror and slowly approached it, his hands shaking. He reached forward and drew the canopy like thing back, seeing a worn, old doll lying in the crib.

"Mr. Todd."

Sweeney jumped and released the canopy, looking back toward Mrs. Lovett. She was now on the ground, pulling up a piece of floor board. He quickly walked toward her, kneeling in front of her and watching as she pulled out a small black box. His eyes widened a bit as he reached forward, taking it from her and setting it carefully on the ground. He slowly opened the lid, seeing the perfect blades lying within. All eight of them. He felt his heart skip a beat as he reached in, pulling out one of the blades gently and flicking it open, watching as the light caught on the blade and made it all the more shiny.

"My friends…" he whispered softly, practically cradling the blade.

Mrs. Lovett blinked, leaning her head gently up into his shoulder. "I'm your friend too, Mr. Todd."

Sweeney ignored her, lifting the blade and allowing the light to catch it. He smiled, slowly standing and walking toward the square connected windows, his hand lifted toward the air. The blade shimmered. Through it, he saw the reflection of Mrs. Lovett, whom still sat on the ground and stared toward him with admiration and slight annoyance. He ignored her, looking back to t he blade in his hand.

"At last…my arm is complete again." He said, smiling toward the blade. "Leave me."

Mrs. Lovett grunted softly before nodding. She slowly stood, walking out of the room and closing the door softly behind her. It wasn't until she left did Sweeney slowly pull the blade to his chest and cradle it a bit. He smiled, running his finger over the fine silver handle and slowly pulled it away from his chest, closing it and staring toward it.

"Don't worry, you will soon drip precious rubies…you will get what you need." Sweeney whispered.

He turned from the window, walking back to the box and setting the blade back into it. He then picked the blade up and laid it over the vanity mirror that laid against one wall. He smiled and looked around, his smile fading before he slowly started to tidy up, cleaning anything. He wanted to ensure that the place looked somewhat decent. If it wasn't decent, he would never get a man to come into his shop and get a shave…especially not the Judge.

He let out a groan, sitting himself down on a trunk and staring about. He wasn't sure what to do now. He missed his darling Lucy…and his daughter Johanna. He missed the life he had at one point in time. And now he wanted to just disappear into an ibis and try and find out what was going on.

Suddenly, the door was swung open and a figure ran in. The door then was slammed and said figure leaned against it, panting hard. It was a boy. His frame was thin and he had long black hair that reached about to his shoulders. He seemed a bit scared, his breath coming out in thin pants. Sweeney glared slightly before slowly standing. The boy looked up, brilliant blue eyes staring toward him.

"…" Sweeney stared, a questioning look on his face.

"Um…"