It was a cool breezy night, a young sailor around the age of 20 came into view. He had brown eyes, black hair and he wore a sailor's uniform. In one hand was a heavy bag containing his belongings and in the other was a single key. The boy walked up to a large wonderful house, and no matter how large and wonderful it was inside was a dark and cruel man. The boy ducked out of view and ran along side the house. He looked up at the highest window and waved as a long blonde haired girl poked her head out the window.

"Anthony!" the girl whispered in triumph.

"Johanna!" the sailor shouted back.

Johanna disappeared.

Inside the house Johanna pulled her small bag of belongings off the bed and ran back to the window. She looked down to see the boy still there.

"I'll get the carriage," Anthony said.

"I'll be here," Johanna replied.

She watched as the sailor ran off into the darkness and sighed. To her Anthony was wonderful, he cared for her and would do anything for her. She was glad that she would be away from London in about an hour or so. Anthony and her will be happy together and they will live forever together.

Downstairs the Judge and his Beadle were looking out the front window and the Judge's eyes were distant. "

"My lord?" the Beadle said.

"What is it?" the Judge said in his sharp voice.

"There seems to be something going on,"

The Judge nodded, "Of course. That boy has been here at night as well as glancing at my Johanna at day,"

"Do you think..."

Judge Turpin turned to Beadle, "Continue,"

"Well forgive me lord if I'm wrong," the Beadle said, "If the young lad was thinking of whisking your Johanna away before Sunday,"

Judge Turpin's eyes grew dark and the Beadle continued to look out the window. They both were in silence until Judge Turpin moved to his desk. Beadle follow.

"It seems to me Beadle," the Judge said sitting down.

"Yes my lord?"

"That the only way to get anywhere around this god forsaken place is by walking or horse and carriage. To my expectations the boy is going to take Johanna by carriage and then leave on boat. I think we should do something,"

"What do you want to do my lord?"

Judge Turpin smiled mischievously as he glanced down at a blank piece of paper in front of him.

Anthony ran to his destination, he didn't stop until he saw a stable and small carriages outside. He spotted the owner outside smoking.

"Sir!" Anthony cried to the smoking man.

The man looked up to see a young boy running up to him.

"Sir," Anthony said coming to a stop, "I need a horse and carriage,"

The man shrugged, "When"

"Now,"

"Now?"

"Yes sir please its important,"

The man grumbled, "How much you got kid?"

Anthony dug deep into his pockets and produced 40 shillings, the man took 20 and then disappeared into the stable. Anthony rubbed his hands together to keep them warm. All he could think about at the moment was freedom with a beautiful girl. It would cost him the rest of his earnings he got the past couple days but he didn't care. He just wanted to be free with Johanna.

Back at the house, Judge Turpin signed his name at the end of the letter. He stamped it then used his special seal to enfold the letter.

"Give this to Chief Jorge," Judge Turpin said handing his Beadle the letter.

"Yes my lord," Beadle replied taking the letter from the Judge.

"Then meet me back here when your finished, I will have a job for you,"

The Beadle bowed deeply and left, closing the door behind him. The Judge leaned back in his chair deep in thought.

My dearest Johanna, Judge Turpin thought this is how you think of me?

Back at the stables Anthony helped the man harness the horse to the small carriage and then Anthony thanked the man again. He lightly whipped the horse with the reins and the horse broke into a trot.

At the house upstairs Johanna waited patiently by her window, the birds in the cages beside her were silent this evening.

"He will be here," Johanna said speaking to a blue linnet bird.

The bird cocked its head and continued to bounce around its cage. Johanna listened closely for clopping hooves of a horse but none yet echoed on the street.

Have faith my love Anthony's voice said in her head.

I do have faith my dearest Johanna replied back, I do.

At the stables the man smoking saw someone approaching him in the dark. He had a top hat on and a polished walking stick in his left hand. The man seemed to take large steps and as he got closer the stable man noticed who it was.

"Beadle," the man said giving a little bow.

Beadle smiled to himself, he was happy that people would respected him as they would if they saw the Judge.

"I was wondering, "the Beadle started, "If you saw a man perhaps around the age of 18 or so,"

The man pondered for a while before answering, "I have seen a boy around here,"

"Really? What did he look like?"

"Fair height, brown eyes, dark hair,"

"What did he wear?"

"Seems to me a sailor's outfit,"

"And what age do you say?"

"18-19 maybe,"

The Beadle smiled to himself, the Judge were be pleased with him. He ordered horse and carriage to be sent to the Judge's house in 10 minutes no less and no more.

"Of course," the man said bowing again.

"Very good,"

The Beadle stalked off once again leaving the stable man to his business.

At the house the Judge watched Johanna closely through the little peephole behind the scenery picture.

How beautiful you look my dear, Judge Turpin thought to himself, If only you did as you were told, none of this would happen. But if I must, I must. For the sake of London and myself.

The Judge opened the door and walked right into the room. He caught Johanna by complete surprise and he let her catch her breath.

"A gentleman never enters a woman's room without knocking first," Johanna said sharply.

Judge Turpin continued forward, "And a woman would do as she is told to do,"

Johanna tried to give him a look of confusion but Judge Turpin shook his head.

"I know what you are up to my dear and I do not like it,"

"How..."

"This is after all my house,"

Johanna just gave him a look of total disbelief.

"Within minutes you are going to be incarcerated in Mr. Fogg's asylum for help," Judge Turpin said walking around the room ignoring Johanna's expression, "Mr. Fogg is a good friend of mine and he has his orders as does the police,"

"What are the pol-,"

She stopped. It suddenly hit her what was going on. Anthony was out there all alone and having no clue what was going on.

"You need to learn," Judge Turpin said.

As the Judge moved Johanna saw two police guards standing at her door with the Beadle standing in front of them.

"No one leaves London tonight," the Judge's sharp voice echoed.

Within seconds flyers were posted up around London, telling people to be on the look out for Anthony. The sailor had to abandon the horse and carriage idea and ran behind a pile of garbage cans. In the alleyway he could see homeless people and beggars sleeping peacefully in the gutter except for one.

"Alms," the beggar woman said coming up to him.

Anthony realized that it was the same beggar woman that had come up to him on his first day in London. Anthony gave the beggar woman one shilling.

"Can you tell me where Fleet Street is?" Anthony said desperately.

"Fleet Street," the beggar woman said, "Its a devil street boy, don't go near it,"

Anthony rolled his eyes, he didn't have time for the old woman's rambling.

"Where is it?" Anthony asked again.

The old woman pointed toward the east and when Anthony was about to thank her, she left crying to herself. Anthony shook his head and ran all the way to Fleet Street. He remembered what Sweeney Todd had told him on his first day here.

In a pie shop on Fleet Street a man around 40 sat at one of the empty tables in the parlour. A shining straight razor was in his hand and he twirled it around to kill time. He looked at its handle and studied its design.

My friends, Sweeney thought.

Then a tapping noise echoed the empty shop and Sweeney looked up to see Anthony as frantic as ever.

"Mr. Todd," Anthony cried although his voice was partially muffled from the glass, "Please open up!"

Sweeney ran to the door and flung it open and Anthony ran in. Sweeney watched the boy sit down at a table and fill his lungs with air as he gasped. Sweeney got the boy some gin.

"What's going on?" Sweeney asked watched the boy drain the glass in three gulps.

Anthony finished the gin, "Judge Turpin,"

The name rung like a disease in Sweeney's ears.

"Judge Turpin?"

"I was trying to get Johanna but somehow he knew and know I'm wanted for some trumped up charge,"

Sweeney let this sink in. If the boy was caught he would probably be sent to Australia like he was. Just then thumps echoed as someone came down the stairs. It was Mrs. Lovett. She was in her back laced nightgown.

"What's going on Mr. T?" Mrs. Lovett asked curiously.

"Judge Turpin," Sweeney growled.

Mrs. Lovett rolled her eyes, "What about him this time dearie?"

"He made up a charge on my friend here Anthony,"

Anthony's heart leaped as Sweeney said friend. Mrs. Lovett looked at the sailor and frowned.

"Why would Judge Turpin do that to you?"

Anthony told Mrs. Lovett about Johanna and his plan to set her free.

"Somehow he must of found out,"

"He's the judge," Sweeney said, "He knows everything that happens in London,"

A small thud interrupted their conversation and everyone turned to see Toby standing there. He had a grey shirt on with brown pants and nothing on his feet.

"Is everything alright mum?" Toby asked looking hard at Anthony.

"Yee everything's alright love," Mrs. Lovett said smiling to Toby, "Why don't you go back to bed?"

Toby nodded and started to walk upstairs when Anthony got an idea.

"Toby," Anthony said, "Come here for a sec,"

Toby turned and walked over to the sailor and met his eyes.

"I need you to do a favour please,"

"What?"

"There's this girl named Johanna ok? I'm not sure where the judge sent her or if she's still in London so do you think you can ask around for me?"

Toby thought then, "Ok,"

Anthony left out a breath of relief, "Thank you,"

Toby couldn't help but smile as well.

The next day Toby got out of bed and put on his regular clothes, a black top which was torn a little at the bottom, brown pants and socks. He put on his shoes and walked downstairs to see Anthony sleeping on the table with a bottle of gin beside him. Sweeney was behind the counter fixing himself a drink and Toby could smell the breakfast Mrs. Lovett was making. He took a seat at a table and just stared at Anthony. Now since it was day Toby could see his calm face now, his clothes were splattered with dirt and he reeked of garbage. He watched as Anthony slowly woke from his sleep.

"Morning," Mrs. Lovett said entering with a tray of breakfast.

She placed a bowl of hot porridge in front of Anthony and Toby. Everyone ate the porridge in silence and then after they were all done Toby got ready to go out.

"Thank you again Toby," Anthony said.

Toby shrugged and put on his heavy black coat.

"What's this girl's name again?" Toby asked placing on his hat.

"Johanna," Anthony said, "She has long blonde hair and blue eyes,"

Toby nodded and then went out into the street.

Outside Toby walked around aimlessly for aa long time. He stopped once to get a hot of brandy then another time to get something to eat. Toby then came across Fogg's Asylum for the Mentally Deranged. He remembered when Pirelli threatened to send him there if he didn't do what he was told. Toby just stared at the tall castle-like building in awe. Metal bars were wedged in every window and the large iron doors were closed tight so that not even the slight wind could get through. He wondered what it would be like in there, he thought about the poor deranged people that had to spend most of their days there. Then he saw her, instantly he knew why Anthony fell in love with her. She sat near the window and she seemed to be saying something, but Toby was to far down to hear.

"Johanna!" Toby cried.

Johanna didn't hear him cause she was so far up.

"Johanna!"

Johanna seemed to have stopped talking to herself and looked around.

"JOHANNA!"

Johanna finally looked down to see a boy down on the ground.

"ANTHONY!" the girl cried back.

Toby wanted to tell her that she was a messenger but there were to many people around. Toby looked at the girl until he could see a uniformed guard grab her from behind.

"Anthony!" Johanna screamed.

"Johanna," Toby shouted back, he shouted it a couple of times until a hand grabbed him roughly by the shoulder and threw him to the ground. Toby tried to get up but the tip of a walking stick was gently placed on his throat. He looked up to see the Judge towering over him, he had a black cloak wrapped around his shoulders and his hands were gloved.

"How do you know about Johanna?" Judge Turpin asked dangerously calm.

Toby gulped.

"Well?"

"I've seen her before sir," Toby said in a small voice, his Adam's apple connected with the tip of the walking stick with every word.

"You wouldn't have to be a messenger of Anthony would you?"

"No,"

The judge looked at the boy more closely and then removed his walking stick from his throat. Then with one swift move he swung his stick and it connected with Toby's cheek. Toby sprawled to the ground and touched his cheek gently, blood trickled from his wound onto his finger.

"Let that be a warning boy," Judge Turpin said grabbing Toby's chin and making him look at his dark eyes, "If I ever see you near this place again I assure there will be a consequence for you, a very harsh consequence,"

The judge rose to his feet so that his shadow cast over Toby's small one and walked away.

Mrs. Lovett made a fuss over Toby when he got home from the asylum. She boiled water and made Sweeney hold down the squirming boy as she fixed him up. Toby told them were Johanna was.

"It's all my fault," Anthony said shaking his head.

"I'm fine, really," Toby said wincing again as Mrs. Lovett gently dabbed his wound.

"A mad house," Sweeney said so fiercely that his fingernails dug into the boy's skin.

"Mr. T?" Mrs. Lovett said, "Careful,"

Sweeney released his strong grip and relaxed.

Anthony walked back and forth across the room, he tried to think of something that would free Johanna but he couldn't right when he needed it most he couldn't think of anything. Once Mrs. Lovett finished with Toby she poured Anthony a shot of Brandy and then gave a glass of gin to Toby. Mrs. Lovett looked at Sweeney and saw that he was in deep thought. His eyes were distant as if he were thinking very hard then, "I got it."

Everyone looked at Sweeney as he told them his plan.

"All the wigmakers in London get their hair from the patients in the asylum," Anthony said.

"That means you can go to the asylum disguised as a wigmaker and bring Johanna back here,"

Sweeney took Anthony upstairs to change into a wigmaker leaving Toby ad Mrs. Lovett in the parlour alone.

"Do you think it will work mum?" Toby said inspecting the dressing Mrs. Lovett has used.

"I hope so dearie," Mrs. Lovett said with a sigh, "For the sake of Mr. T, I hope so,"

She too left the room to got the bake house, leaving Toby confused as ever.