Okay, I hope no one cried after that last song I made up called, "Anastasia". Yes, I named a song dedicated to our heroine. I think it kinda sucked, the lyrics I mean. If you didn't think it sucked, just put it on your review. I'm not much of a song writer, so...

Disclaimer: I don't own shit, except my oc's.

Read and review. Or don't. I don't care-.-

Anastasia and Johanna walked down the stairs in excitement. Turpin had decided to let them stay with Annie's family for, not one, but two months, and they were to leave right away.

As the carriage pulled up to the house, Anastasia looked at the beggar Lucy and walked over to her quickly.

"Lucy," she called, making the woman look at her. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, my angel," she replied. Anastasia then pulls out a ribboned key she had hidden in her sock.

"I want you to give this to a boy named Anthony Hope. Can you do that for me?"

"Of course, love! Anything for you!" Lucy took the key from her angels hand, making the girl smile and hug her.

"Thank you, Lucy." Lucy returned the hug without hesitance.

"Your welcome, love."

As Anastasia released the woman from her embrace, Johanna rushes to her side and pulls her arm toward the carriage.

"Hurry, Annie! We're going to be late!" she yells excitedly. Annie laughed as Johanna kept pulling her arm toward the carriage and they put their luggage on the roof, not needing the driver's help.

Then the carriage drove to the Evercraft cafe, with the two excited girls.

Two months.

Two months!

The girls didn't know what to think, only that they'll be away from that hell for an extra month longer. They couldn't help but squeeze eachother's hands in joy. They weren't sure what made Turpin give them an extra months stay at Anastasia's family' home, but they didn't care at the moment. They had just earned an extra month of freedom.

Mr. Todd sat in his chair, thinking of the little maid whose employer was a mystery. Anastasia Evercraft. Oh, how that name suited her. Her mother really picked a beautiful name for a child this wonderous. He has still yet to wonder if she carried her mother's features, though he could tell when he saw her running that she had a petite form. He never really paid much attention to her face, only her form.

His mind was still stuck on her employer. He still couldn't determine on whether or not he was good to her or treated her like dirt. He has asked Mrs. Lovett a few times, but she always said that Anastasia made her swear not to tell. This girl sounded very secretive.

What on earth was wrong with him! He has never been interested in a child before. Something about this girl just captivated him. He just had to see her again, he had to!

The carriage had finally arrived at the Evercraft Cafe. As it was pulling up, a plump woman walks out with some left over food for the animals that waited in the alley. Once she saw Turpins carriage, and what looked like to be the girls luggage, she gasped and rushed back inside.

"Maribelle!" she shouted as she ran through the cafe toward the stairs. "Maribelle!" As she ran up the steps, Malcome quickly moved out of the womans way. "Maribelle!" As she was running down the halls, she had almost passed a room with Maribelle, who was sewing at the moment, and Peter, who was reading a book. Both persons looked at the panting woman.

"Griselda?" Maribelle asked. "What's wrong?"

"They're here!" Griselda shouted with glee. "The girls! The girls are here!" As she said this, she ran back down the stairs. Maribelle gasped and quickly put her sewing kit down to run out of the room, with Peter following suit.

The woman ran outside the cafe, as both girls got out of the carriage. Maribelle smiled in glee at the sight of her neice and Johanna home again.

"Aunt Maribelle!" Anastasia shouted in joy.

"Anastasia! Johanna!" Both girls ran to Maribelle in happiness. "Come here to me, my lovelies!" They embraced eachother in joy, their hugs seemed like a thousand years since they held eachother like this, but now it felt like for all eternity. Once they let go, Maribelle still hd her hands on Anastasia's shoulders. "Oh, I'm so glad you're both home. Come on, now. Let's get the boys to help get your things."

Both girls walked into the cafe, only to be startled by Malcome hugging them out of nowhere.

"Annie! Joey! You're back!" The girls giggle as they returned the embrace. Malcome then let them go, and walked out to the carriage to help get their luggage. Peter hugged Johanna, and then hugged his younger sister, although the embrace he gave her was much tighter. Anastasia smiled, he always had a hard time accepting the fact that she was away from him. But now she's here, and he's trying not to let her go.

"You're home," he said. "You're finally home." Anastasia was tempted to cry, but she really didn't want to. However, her tears were much stronger than her will to keep them in, so they fell and soaked into her brother's shirt. This only seemed to make him squeeze her so hard that she couldn't breathe. That didn't really bother her because she could barely breathe when she cried like this.

Once he released her, he quickly wiped the tears away so no one would see. Malcome, however, saw and he was only smiling sadly. It pained them both to watch their sister suffer from Turpin's cruelty, and they couldn't do anything about it. But now both she and Johanna are here, safe and sound.

"Come on, now!" Maribelle shouted. "Let's stop standing around and help get the girl's luggage!" Peter chuckled and walked over to the carriage to get the rest of the girl's things. Both girls giggled at her aunt's tone of voice when it came to work. "You two must be hungry. Come on, I'll have Griselda make you two some nice apple turnovers."

(A/N I have no idea what year apple turnovers were made, so I'm pretending that it was made in the 1800's. Don't judge me:/)

Apple turnovers have been Anastasia's favorite pastry since she was little. She enjoyed eating apples that were burried in the inside of a piece of bread.

The girls walked upstairs, with Malcome and Peter behind them with their luggage, and they passed the guest room. Johanna walked in with Malcome, and Anastasia continued to her room with Peter. They were glad to be home. They couldn't wait to tell her family that Turpin's letting them stay for two months.

As the maid and her brother walked into her room, she had her hand on her heart. Six years of being Turpin's maid was just too long for her, and only seeing her family for a month wasn't enough to keep her heart from breaking. But alas, it broke anyway when her father was hanged for something he didn't do. He died an innocent man, at least.

Then her mind traveled back to Sweeney Todd. She wondered if Mrs. Lovett told him about her parents. Of course she had to. Mr. Todd had acted very oddly toward Anastasia, in her mind. The way he held his knife at her throat, the way he embraced her. Normally that would be very frightening to a girl her age, but to her it seemed to startle her.

She didn't know why, it just did. Maybe because he was once a man her parents knew, but he has now taken an appearance of a stranger. Maybe she should tell Johanna... No, not yet. Maybe sometime, but not now.