All right, we better get back to the bakery. Scarlett's got a lot of...er...work (yes, aka scalping and butchering) to do, but Mal's got a visitor. Thanks for reviewing, yeezynight14 and Bloodylilcorpse.

The day after Geoff visited Bridgette, he decided to go back to the bakery and ask Mal for advice on when to leave. He'd also need to get back in touch with the nurse, but he didn't know where she was for the moment. However, getting anywhere near the bakery didn't prove easy. On one side of the road, there was actually a group lined up for people who wanted to a taste of the new successful pastry-boxes.

Mal was also really busy. His business was improving bit by bit, although nowhere near as many people came for trims as they did for Scarlett's food. However, if they weren't suitable victims, he suggested they stop by at the bakery below them. Scarlett had been talking about maybe buying some proper meat so people wouldn't realize what she was cooking. She'd already been asked a few times about the kind of meat she was using, which was difficult to answer since she hadn't tried it herself (luckily, Cameron had chipped in with his guess – high-quality pork). Buying real pork to mix would make it that much easier to answer that question, and would give her more to work with.

But strangely enough, Mal didn't have any appointments on a Sunday morning. Geoff visited the Friday before, and Mal had told him brusquely "I'm free Sunday. Can't talk until then." Then again, Geoff had come in just as he was about to make the first cut on a vain young man who was admiring his newly-trimmed hairstyle in the mirror (in fact, the man reminded him too much of Chris), so he was a little annoyed.

But Geoff was oblivious to anything strange and just said "Sorry about that, dude. See you in a couple days, if that's OK."

And sure enough, he came back, and told Mal all about what had been going on. He explained everything about the nurse, the reason Bridgette was locked away, and what he'd have to do to get her out.

Mal, of course, kept his feelings off his face, but he felt the burning hate he already had for Alejandro intensify. How dare he send his daughter to a place full of crazies, just for wanting to make her own decisions!

"Don't wait for the nurse to get her out." he advised finally. "If she gets in touch with you, it's probably a good idea to listen to her, but don't wait for it. Make a plan on when you get her out. Then let me know – then it's just a return to our original plan – stay here until the ship's ready to leave." All the while as he spoke, he'd been thinking about what he'd do. He knew that, logically, if he wanted Bridgette's favour, he couldn't just dispose of Geoff. But he had to find a way to keep them in town. And...

He still had that plan he'd made after his first attempt on Alejandro's life. Once Geoff let him know the time, he'd write a letter or even email Alejandro to let him know that Bridgette would be there, and then convince him to stay long enough to kill him. No doubt Scott would eventually come back too, and once Mal was finished with him...

Well, he couldn't quite stop with his massacre yet. Scarlett was still depending on him. Maybe...once she had enough income to buy proper meat from the butcher, she wouldn't need human flesh...but what would be left for him? To be honest, he was really enjoying it. Those moments of anticipation just before his razor sliced through someone's neck...the adrendaline was magic.

Anyway, Geoff was in luck. Just as he turned the corner from the line of people waiting to get into Scarlett's bakery, he almost bumped right into the mysterious nurse.

She stood there, her hands folded. It was a moment before she spoke. "It would be a good thing if you were not to go back there. There is so much negative energy."

Geoff looked confused. The nurse sighed and cut to what he wanted to know. "It would be a good idea to make the move in five days. I've checked that the judge cannot visit during those hours at the time – he has too many trials to go to, and I can have a fire drill scheduled. If you run while you're both outside, I can cover for you. I'll sign Bridgette out, so you'll be home free after that."

Geoff smiled. "Thanks. Really."

The nurse smiled back, although her eyes showed that it was only for politeness. "It's no problem. I try to help people as much as I can." Her gaze drifted to the corner Geoff had come from. As they parted ways, she watched that corner, as someone else went and joined the line.

"If only they knew what they were buying..." she murmured softly.

But the customers kept streaming in, and the money poured in, too. The day after Geoff had visited, Scarlett was exhausted from keeping things going – serving and cooking by day, scalping and deboning by night. At least Cameron only had his job during the day. So once the lunch rush ended, Scarlett asked Cameron if he could keep the bakery going for the afternoon. "After all," she pointed out, "There shouldn't be too many people coming in, not on a work day."

Cameron nodded eagerly. "You can count on me! To be honest, it's kind of exciting – my first time at the counter!"

Scarlett convinced Mal to take the afternoon off, too, since he had no appointments scheduled and it was becoming clear that Scott wasn't planning on visiting any time soon.

The thing was, there wasn't really much the murderous duo could do without feeling awkward. Finally, Scarlett spoke up. "Have you decided what you'd like to do once you finish your revenge?" she asked cautiously.

"Hm?" Mal looked up. He shrugged. "Not really. The only thing I've thought of besides that is getting my daughter back."

"But once that's over with," Scarlett persisted, "I was thinking about what I'd do once I had the cash. I never got the chance to go to university. Cameron wants to go, too. I was thinking that once I'd saved enough, I would apply somewhere. I know Cameron's saving, too. He would love to go to one. Wouldn't you like to do something other with your life? You're wonderful with hair, but once you have Bridgette back, you won't be able to keep up with customers without her finding out. Unless, of course, you just do what they pay you for."

That thought struck Mal. He couldn't give up that high he got on mutilating his customers. Not yet, anyway.

But he didn't say a word to Scarlett about his true thoughts. Not yet.

For a moment, he wondered if he should tell her. After all, a woman who didn't flinch at baking corpses into her products wouldn't be shocked at that, right? But he didn't want to say anything. He would wait until his revenge was over.

Scarlett's thoughts were basically this fic's version of "By The Sea". Scarlett is not in love with Mal the way the original character was. However, I made a callback here to what she said she was going to do with the money in her audition tape. While she may have been lying, I think it's a reasonable goal for what Scarlett is supposed to be. I mean, her power-hungry evil side isn't the only character she's got, right?