Yeesh, y'know, it's hard writing a story. I'm still stumped on I'm the Only One and I want to finish it. I do have Alive at Last! to work on, but I want to finish my other story and I'm sure that you guys are wishing the same thing. Hmmm…perhaps I'll watch the Sweeney Todd movie to get my brain in action…? You know what, that's what I'll do!

I get up and go into my sister's room to get the DVD. I say hello and goodbye and go into my room and pop the sucker into my laptop. Here goes nothing. After watching the opening sequence, I prepare myself for one of the most unflattering parts of the movie, the close-up of Anthony Hope. Seriously, he looks like a woman and a bad woman to add to that!

Ahh…Jonny Depp…he's a sexy devil in this movie. Great singer, too! I watched memorized as Sweeney sings about what happened to him. I sigh with relief as he leaves "The Thing" and heads down to Fleet Street. Yes! In comes Mrs. Lovett! I watch with envy as she sings her opening song. I can sing it, too, but not as well as her. Helena makes an awesome Mrs. Lovett. So, she finishes her song and the two of them head into her parlor and she begins to sing her next song.

Wait…I feel weird…like something's pulling at me. I feel myself leaning towards the screen of my laptop. I knew that I shouldn't have gone on that cursed amusement park ride yesterday. What the Hell--!?

"…NO!! Would no one have mercy on her?" Sweeney exclaims as he shoots up from his seat. Mrs. Lovett stares up at him in awe.

"So it is you! Benjamin Barker!"

"Where's Lucy? Where's my wife?"

"--Woah!!" I find myself falling flat on my face, looking down at an unfamiliar rug.

"What the…? Who the bloody hell are you?" I hear someone yell, sounding an awful lot like Helena's Mrs. Lovett. I quickly look up and see Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett staring down at me in bewilderment. This has to be a dream. I must've stupidly fallen asleep at my laptop. But, if it is a dream, why did it hurt when I landed in Mrs. Lovett's living room? I quickly stand, causing both of them to back away.

"Relax! I'm not going to bite!" They exchange glances.

"She doesn't sound British," Sweeney mutters.

"Well, of course I'm not British," I say to them, trying to gain some confidence.

"So, wot are yeh? A witch?"

"Oh, please! Do I look like a witch to you?" They exchange glances again.

"Well, yeh are dressed rather funny," Mrs. Lovett points out. I look down at my cloths and then look back at them, shrugging.

"What do you expect, Mrs. Lovett? I am from the future, after all," I say, thinking up an idea. They looked shocked.

"Yeh know me name?" She asks softly.

"Of course I do! You guys are known very well in my time. I guess that's why I was sent here."

"Sent here for what?" Sweeney asks quietly. His dark eyes bore into mine. Yeesh, he's scary.

"To set things right for the two of you," I turn to Mrs. Lovett, "Now, tell Sweeney Todd about what happened to his wife. Tell him everything." I strongly emphasize the word "everything" and stare intently at Mrs. Lovett. She blinks and somewhat blushes when she spots Sweeney staring at her.

"Well, yer Lucy poisoned 'erself with arsenic shortly ofter th' rape." She pauses unsurely. I give her an urging look to continue.

"…she survived th' poisonin', though. It made 'er weak in th' head, it did. The Judge 'ad her sent off t' Bedlam on us one day. Th' police came an' took her by force, poor dear. After they left, th' Judge came an' took baby Johanna away to adopt as 'is own." Ah, so it was the Judge who had sent Lucy to Bedlam. I look over at Sweeney and see the same hurt look on his face.

"Where is Lucy now?" Sweeney asked softly. Mrs. Lovett looks at me and I nod at her to tell him.

"She's…a beggar on th' streets. I-I can take yeh to her if I can find her Mr. Barker."

"Not Barker," Sweeney snapped, "It's Todd now. Sweeney Todd." I roll my eyes seeing I just said that his name was now Sweeney Todd prior to his declaration. His eyes softened slightly, though, looking grateful as he stepped closer to the baker. God damn it, kiss her already!

"I would appreciate if you took me to her so I can see her," He said softly. Mrs. Lovett nodded and looked at me.

"Before we go anywhere, though, you're changin' into a proper dress." Again, I stare down at my outfit.

"That would be wise, but I don't have anything to change into," I say to her.

"Come along, I'm sure I 'ave somethin' for you t' wear." Mrs. Lovett takes me by the arm and leads me upstairs. Well, she feels real enough. Either this is a really bizarre dream or I am literally in the Sweeney Todd movie. Hmm…perhaps this can work to my advantage. I know what is to happen and I already changed the ending by encouraging Mrs. Lovett to tell Sweeney the entire truth. Perhaps I can give them both what they want. The thing is, I just have to hope that I survive to tell the tale!