It’s a cold, rainy night and you decide to find someplace to keep warm. You find a shop on Fleet Street called ‘Mrs. Lovett’s meat pies’. You personally know Mrs. Lovett, so you think that she wouldn’t mind if you visit and wait out the storm with her. You go to open the door that’s surprisingly unlocked, and step inside. You call out for Mrs. Lovett, but she’s not there. You look around before you hear footsteps outside heading toward the door. A tall man steps in, looking confused as to why you’re here.

“Uhm. Who are you?”