I sit down in the arm chair by the fire comfortably. Tomorrow's Tuesday, so Pirelli should be here very soon. Thank god! I look over at Mrs. Lovett. She's reading a romance novel, or pretending to, at least. I can tell that she's still nervous about Sweeney. She had me bring his dinner up earlier. I couldn't tell if he was mad or not, but he seemed disappointed that I was the one bringing up his food. Perhaps he'll pay Mrs. Lovett a visit this evening. If he does, hopefully, it'll be for the best and not the worst.

"Wot's it like in yer time, love?" Mrs. Lovett asks suddenly, putting her book down and turning her attention on me.

"Well, it's not much different from this time when it comes to the economy. The stock market is in a recession. It's not only affecting the United States, either," I say as I stretch in my seat.

"So, you're an American?"

"Yeah, I live in New England, actually." We don't say much after that. I just think that she wanted to break the silence. She turns back to her book, but still looks uneasy about something. It's then that we both hear the shop door open along with the bell. Mrs. Lovett quickly puts her book down when Sweeney appears at the entrance of the parlor.

"I'd like to have a word with you," Sweeney says to Mrs. Lovett, looking directly at her. He turns to me, "Alone." I get up and go upstairs to the second floor apartment. I stay right at the edge of the stairs so I can hear what's going on.

"Have a seat, dear," I hear Mrs. Lovett say. She's trying to not show her uneasiness, but I can hear it in her voice. Sheesh, she's gotta stay strong! With how Sweeney is, she shouldn't be showing any signs of weakness.

"Wot do yeh want to talk about, Mr. T?" She asks.

"I want to talk about the incident this afternoon." Even though I can't see them, I can guarantee that Mrs. Lovett is tensing up at this very moment.

"Mr. Todd, I--"

"There's no need to apologies, pet," Sweeney interrupts, "I'm not angry at you for putting your foot down. I have been being disrespectful to you lately and I came down here to apologies to you." Silence follows for a moment. Even I am shocked that he apologized!

"Yer apology is accepted, dear," Mrs. Lovett says softly. After a moment of silence, I hear footsteps and the shop door. Sweeney left. I hear Mrs. Lovett sigh.

"Come on down, love," She calls to me. I head down the stairs, wearing a grin.

"I told you he wouldn't be angry." She smiles slightly, looking relieved.

"Thank you." I stare at her, confused.

"Why are you thanking me?" I ask.

"I'm thankin' you because you encouraged me to stand up to 'im and it worked out for th' best."

"That's why I'm here, isn't it?" I say cheerfully, taking back my seat. Mrs. Lovett watches me without speaking for a moment.

"Will you be able to go back to yer time after you've finished helpin' us?" She asks softly. I stare back at her. I've been thinking about that a lot. I'm hoping that'll be the case. I don't know if time has passed like it has down here or if I'm just unconscious in front of my laptop. I don't know if my family and friends are missing me right now, or if I'm in a hospital in some weird coma. For all I know, someone could be having surgery done on my brain at this very moment!

"I hope so," I say, trying to dismiss that thought from my mind.

"I'm sure you will," Mrs. Lovett says reassuringly to me, wearing a warm smile. I return it.

"Tomorrow is going to be a big day," I say to her.

"It is?" She asks. My smile widens.

"Yes. Pirelli and the boy will be coming tomorrow… and so will the Judge." Mrs. Lovett's eyes widened slightly.

"The Judge? Will Sweeney kill 'im?" She asks anxiously.

"How it happened originally, no. Anthony, the sailor boy, will interrupt right when Sweeney's about to go for the kill," I answer. Mrs. Lovett looks confused when I mentioned Anthony, "Anthony is the dude who helped Sweeney get back to London. He's in love with Johanna and wants you guys to help him free her from the Judge."

"Bloody hell," Mrs. Lovett mutters, "All o' that happenin' tomorrow?" She asks.

"Yes, and we're going to let things play out uninterrupted." Mrs. Lovett stares at me like I have two heads.

"Wot?" She exclaims.

"That's right. We'll let Anthony interrupt the Judge's 'shave'. I'll go upstairs and take your place during Sweeney's temper tantrum. When he calms down, I'll tell all three of you my plan to get the Judge." Mrs. Lovett blinks.

"All three of us?"

"Yeah," I say, grinning, "You, Sweeney and Pirelli's boy, Toby." Mrs. Lovett is speechless. She stares at me, opening her mouth like she's going to speak, but closing it with tight lips. I wait patiently for her to speak.

"…wot 'appends to Pirelli?" She whispers.

"You'll have to find out for yourself," I state. She looks like she's about to argue, "Just trust me, okay? After Sweeney's 'epiphany', I'll let you all in on the plan. Be patient until then. Ka-peesh?"

"'Ka-peesh'?!? Wot th' bloody hell--"

"Alright??" Mrs. Lovett is silent for a moment, keeping her eyes on me for the longest time.

"Alright, but yeh better keep to yer word."

"I assure you that I will," I say calmly. Mrs. Lovett nods and takes a seat back on the couch, picking up her book. I lean back in my chair and stare up at the ceiling. I hope I'm not making a mistake by doing this….