Mrs Lovett's Pie Shop was deserted apart from a single voice when he walked in.

"Oh to sail the world and see its wonders

Like the Dardanelles or the mountains of Peru

But I'm stuck here in London

My own bittersweet London" Anthony walked in as she hummed. 'She' had dark hair that curled at the ends, pale skin with the occasional scar and rich dark eyes. She was underweight and lit up at a sailor walking in.

"Mrs Lovett?" The girl in front of him laughed

"Miss. I'm her daughter. Any ale Sailor?" He shook his head but sat down

"I never drink" She raised her eyebrows

"A sober sailor? Isn't that a little contradictory?" Anthony smiled until a young boy came in with a bruised cheek "Toby!"