"Is it foolish to hold out hope for something… better than this?" Mrs. Lovett asked Mr. Todd sadly. She didn't even know why she bothered to ask. It wasn't like she didn't already know the answer.

"Better than what?"

As if he didn't know.

"This life that we're living."

No way out of giving his answer. No way to sugar coat it. No reason to, either.

"Yes."

Mrs. Lovett hung her head partly in shame, expecting this very answer. "Yet I can't help myself… However foolish it may be."

"We're only humans." The barber reasoned distractedly.

"Are we? Are we really human?" How many sins must be committed, how many bodies burned before they were eternally condemned?

Mr. Todd looked up, lost in thought, at the forlorn baker.

"No." He stood and grabbed her hand, placing his other on the small of her back. Absentmindedly, perhaps merely out of habit, Mrs. Lovett wrapped her arm around his neck.

And they began to dance.

Spinning in circles, pirouetting and dipping, they danced away their pain and sorrow. Stepping in time with the ticking of their hearts, a rhythmic and genuine connection that each knew could be achieved under no other conditions, they danced away their pasts and sins. With every pivot or graceful leap, two humans gave over their hearts and souls and misery and happiness to something much greater.

Nellie Lovett and Sweeney Todd were not human.

They were dancers.