First message
Sweenet Todd stands at the window of his upstairs room looking out at the foggy, heavy London air. The cobbled streets below filled with men, women, and children, all making his mind reel with mild envy and wistful nostalgia, as if he’s looking at something he’ll never attain again. He sighs and shakes his head before grumbling to himself. Lucky ones, they are… They should get out while they still can, before that bloody judge gets more ideas….