The very next morning the lovelorn Mrs. Lovett awoke in her room, confused and still as shattered as she was the day before. But than she couldn't recall how she came to awake in her room… and she knew right then that it was him.

She smiled as she turned to her right and saw Mr. Todd fast asleep in the chair next to her bed. Her vision suddenly grew blurry as tears began to pervade them. She blinked them away, not afraid to show her happiness as to her new found knowledge that he might actually care. Sweeney Todd may not have loved her or may never will but she now knew that no matter where he may go she will always remember the night he was there for her.

Shaking from her delusion of staring at the barber in his sleep she saw him begin to move so she quickly lied back down, pretending to be asleep.

Mr. Todd opened his eyes and was thankful that she didn't wake-up before he did. After all, a gentleman wasn't aloud in a ladies room… But since when was he a gentleman and no offence to Mrs. Lovett but she didn't act like any of the so called 'ladies' he'd seen around London.

Without thinking of anything else besides getting out before she woke up he swiftly left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

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Later on in the day Mrs. Lovett packed Mr. Todd what she called a care package. In it she put two bottles of gin, some homemade biscuits, a jar of jam and a small sack of pennies from when they were in business together. She also packed him a blanket; after all, she didn't want him to catch a chill. So after much thought and debating whether or not to just leave it on the steps for him she held her head high and marched right up and into Sweeney Todd's tonsorial parlor.

She opened the door and saw him staring sadly out of the big window in his shop, a look so depressing it sent shivers down her spine.

"Why so sad Mista T, aren't you at least a little 'appy that you'll be leaving this all behind?" She asked sympathetically.

"I'll be leaving it behind, yes, but it will never go away." Mr. Todd replied quietly.

Mrs. Lovett tried to ignore his rather depressing reply and attempted to change the subject.

"I made ya a care package, just some simple things to help ya get by, ya know, that type of thing." Mrs. Lovett stuttered as she walked over to him, all she wanted to do was to be in his arms like she was the night before. Although it was only because they were dancing, they had been so close, even the thought of it made her blush.

"Thank you."

It was obvious he wasn't in the mood for talking, she didn't really understand why. After all, wasn't he tired of being reminded of what went on fifteen years ago each time he looked outside? What was it that he was upset to leave?

The truth of the matter was, it was her that he knew he would miss.

"Mista T, I'd like to apologize again for my behavior last night… I wasn't thinking I-"

She was cut off when he interrupted her, "You already apologized Mrs. Lovett, and it's not your fault." Mr. Todd reassured her, his face still not turning to face her.

"Alright, do you need anything, Mista T?" Mrs. Lovett asked.

"No." He replied.

And just as she was at the door she turned around and now saw him crouching to the floor, his eyes tacked to the floor and being so silent, it was as if nobody was in the room.

Mrs. Lovett then went over to him and whispered into his ear, "Thank you."

Just as she was standing up from bending herself over to Mr. Todd's crouched position he caught her hand forcing her to stay.

"No," he said in a low whisper, "thank you."

And for the first time that day she saw his glittering eyes, she smiled at him even though all she wanted to do was cry.

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Mrs. Lovett didn't sleep at all that night, for she knew it would be the last time that his pacing would lull her to sleep… So she stayed up and listened, she stayed up until she heard him begin to move around at around four in the morning.

Mr. Todd gathered his bag of clothing, the care package Mrs. Lovett had prepared for him and his razors, all except for one that he kept in its holster. He picked up his pictures of Lucy and Johanna, and gazed into his baby daughter's eyes, although he would be spending two months in the middle of the ocean with her, it still wasn't the same. He couldn't tell his daughter that her father was a murderer. It was then he realized the only person he could ever talk to about his past was Mrs. Lovett, and here he was making her yet another aspect of his history.

It was four-thirty in the morning; Anthony would be expecting him by the docks in a half hour.

Slowly he looked around the barber shop that held so many memories; Johanna's first words, her first smile and even the first time he saw her pervaded amongst the aged wallpaper in that tiny little room. Sighing he turned, making it the last time he ever faced the sadness of picturing his wife all alone and crying for him. Sweeney Todd then turned started down the stairs; he doubted that Mrs. Lovett was awake until he saw her sitting by the window with a candle illuminating her face. Mr. Todd walked into her shop and didn't make any effort to show expression when he saw Mrs. Lovett's exhausted face greet him a somewhat forced smile.

"You're awake." He said trying to pretend that he wasn't upset with the fact that he had to leave her behind.

"I couldn't sleep." She replied as she got up.

"Well this is goodbye." Mr. Todd nodded his head as if he was bidding her goodbye and turned, not wanting to face her any longer.

She watched him head for the door, it was now she wished she could go back months before when he first entered her pie shop. But when she saw his hand touch the doorknob her heart broke even more so without even thinking she stopped him with much enthusiasm, "Wait."

He paused and exhaled before he found her in front of him; she said nothing more and grabbed his shoulders before kissing him quickly on the cheek and turning away.

"Goodbye," she said as she heard the door shut. I love you.

Why can't he love me? She thought as tears started to emerge from her eyes, "Why?" She whispered before sitting in one of the booths and burying her head in her arms. For it was like no matter what she did or how hard she tried, Sweeney Todd would always love Lucy and never her.

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Charles Westward watched as Sweeney Todd left the pie shop. This was the fourth night in a row that he watched her pie shop for it was this very morning he planned to take on plan B.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Mrs. Lovett heard the bell to her shop tingle as Charles Westward walked in.

At first Mrs. Lovett was embarrassed for her face was noticeable tear-stained, but for some reason, she didn't care anymore.

"Good morning Mrs. Lovett." Greeted Mr. Westward with a smile as creepy as before.

"Good-good morning Mista Westward… what are you doing here so early?" Mrs. Lovett inquired as she stood up and grabbed her rolling pin, pretending she was about to make some dough.

"I was at the docks with some fisherman helping them hoist a net full of fish up." Mr. Westward replied as casual as he could, which, I had to say was just as good as Mr. Todd's.

"Oh." Mrs. Lovett said, now having second thoughts on Mr. Westward… perhaps he wasn't a bad guy, just creepy.

"Are you alright, you look… exhausted."

Mrs. Lovett didn't want to throw herself a pity party and tell Mr. Westward her lovelorn dilemma so she just lied-well didn't spare any of the details, "Yes, that's right, exhausted."

"Perhaps some tea will make you feel better?" Charles asked as he put his hand in his pocket to feel for his knock-out drops.

"I guess, let me put on a pot." Mrs. Lovett said before going to the tea kettle and starting the water.

As soon as the tea was ready and when Mrs. Lovett wasn't looking he put the knock-out drops in her teacup.

"Everything alright Mrs. Lovett?" Charles asked after Mrs. Lovett took a long sip of her tea.

"Mrs. Lovett nodded before she stopped drinking and put her hands on her head, "Actually…. I feel kind of… dizzy." And as soon as Mrs. Lovett mumbled her last word she passed out and was now in a deep sleep.

Charles chuckled evilly before picking Mrs. Lovett up and carrying her out of the shop.

Dun dun dun!

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