This is a story that is like the reverse of littlezion's story, Times Forgotten. You Should read it.

bDisclamer/b(sp)b:/b I don't own Sweeney Todd....

Sweeney Todd's POV:

I hated these feelings; they made me feel so normal, yet so stupid at the same time. Why couldn't I just forget, why couldn't I just not feel? Life would be better for me, I wouldn't feel remorse for killing all those people, I wouldn't feel depressed about my late wife and I wouldn't hate myself so much.
I could hear barking, it must have been that dumb dog Toby had found. They called it Spot, it had a lot of spots was their reason. The barking was getting louder; Spot was coming up the stairs. He jumped up on top of me; I was sitting on my chair. My face was covered in dog saliva by the time I was able to push him off me. He left a very happy dog. If it wasn't for Ms. Lovett's pleading, I would have killed that dog already.

"Mr. T, I'm so sorry about that." Ms. Lovett said breathing heavily; she must have run up here before I got the razors out. She tried not to giggle at the site of the look on my face. It was aggravating, but she was trying not to laugh so I ignored it.

"Alright, can I have a washcloth though?" The slobber stunk.

"Of course Mr. T, I'll be right up with it." She left at a slower pace, taking Spot with her.

Ms. Lovett was taking awhile, so I decided to check up on her only to find that she was in her rush hour time. There were so many people here; I never really paid attention to the number of people that walked through her doors. It was sickening to think about; they had no idea what was going on. They just kept eating what they thought was a legit pie.

Figuring that Ms. Lovett would be awhile with that washcloth, I went into the parlor to get one myself.

After cleaning my face, I went back into my shop and sat at the chair Ms. Lovett had so kindly given to me. Plenty of time passed without me even realizing it; I was thinking about my Lucy and what had happened. It felt like mere minutes, not hours. So I didn't realize when I drifted off into sleep.

Ms. Lovett's POV:

Just as I was going to fetch a washcloth for Mr. T, I got caught up in my afternoon crowd. There were probably twice as many costumers today than there ever was before. I ran out of pies in only thirty minutes; not the usual hour it took. Mr. T came down about twenty minutes into the rush, probably looking for that washcloth. He went into the parlor, most likely to get it himself since he could see that I was pretty busy. That was the last time I had seen him all day though; usually I see him about three or four times a day. One maybe two times a day he'll come downstairs himself; otherwise I'll be up there with his bloody food. If I didn't he wouldn't ever eat; stupid man. But I guess that's why I've always loved him.

I felt the need to check on him, but first I would need to clean the basement. It was becoming smelly again. I could hardly believe the smell, I guess in all the excitement of the extra costumers distracted me from the stench. About halfway into the cleaning session I looked up to see Mr. T's hatch open, only to nearly pass out.

Third Person:

When Ms. Lovett had left into the basement, Spot decided he would "check" on Mr. Todd for her. Spot ran up the stairs at full speed; rammed the door open and smashed into the chair. But Sweeney was a heavy sleeper; he didn't even stir. Spot jumped up on his lap, than became impatient when nothing happened. He bounced around over-excited and accidently hit the foot pedal that activated the chairs mechanism.

Ms. Lovett's POV:

The person that slid down the chute was none other than Mr. T. I had such a hard time not screaming or passing out that it took a second for my mind to work right. I had to get Mr. T out of here and get a doctor, if not, the consequences could be unthinkable. It was difficult to get him up the stairs and onto the couch, and I couldn't ask for Toby's help. After about ten painful minutes he was in the parlor. I had to come up with something quick, he needed a doctor and doctors ask questions. My only idea was that he was helping me in the kitchen and slipped; it was a stupid excuse if they knew Mr. T because he wouldn't have been in the kitchen. But they don't know that so that was the excuse.

"Mum, what's wrong with Mr. Todd?" Toby asked.

"He was helping me in the kitchen and he slipped." It was a good thing I already put the slippery fluids on the floor and that Toby didn't know Mr. T all that well. "Be careful dear I don't want you to slip either. Now go fetch me a doctor."

Hopefully it wouldn't take him that long to get the doctor; unfortunately it took almost thirty minutes and I had to stop the blood. He hadn't been bleeding badly and I planned to use this to help make it look like he really had fallen here. But Toby was taking so long and he couldn't lose that much blood.

"Mum, I got the doctor, sorry I took so long."

"What happened here Miss?"

"Mr. T was helping me in the kitchen and he slipped; I accidently spilled some of the pie filling, he was helping clean up. It's dry now so it's not a big deal anymore." The doctor seemed to fall for carefully walked over to us and checked Mr. T's head. "Well it looks like a concussion, a bad one too; he must have hit the counter when he fell."

"Yah, it was terrible." The counter part was a lie, but the terrible part was more than true.

"I see you cleaned up the wound, that's good. So here's the thing, for the rest of the day, don't let him go to sleep."

"Will he wake up soon?" Toby asked concerned, which was a little on the unusual side.

"Yes, but don't be alarmed if he suffers from memory loss; I'm not sure how severe it will be, he could just forget today or his entire life. I expect it from this kind of fall. The effects could fade in a couple of days or months, I won't be able to tell till later."

After helping me carefully get him to the couch he left, leaving me with some painkillers. Mr. T wasn't going to wake up anytime soon like the doctor had said, he must have just been saying that because he thought Toby was his son.

I know its not a good cliffhanger srry. Review plz