Johanna, dressed in men's clothes, ran down the stairs, and out of Mr. Sweeney Todd's Tonsorial Parlor. She looked back for only a moment. "My disguise worked," she thought, as she ran, "He really thought I was a man. But why was he so angry?" Suddenly, she was stopped from behind.
"Johanna!" the person said, turning her around. "Thank goodness it's you, Anthony." She said, "Mr. Todd, he was angry… and he…"
"You're alright now." He said, holding her tightly, "He didn't try to hurt you, did he?"
"I don't know." She said, "I was there for awhile, looking around. He came in, very angry. Yelled at me, 'Ya want a shave, me boy?' and threw me into his chair. I dashed out of the room, and straight here."
She snuggled close to him. Right where she wanted to be. With Anthony. Leaving this terrible place, and on her way to a better one.
Everything that had happened in the past few days seemed so crazy, sitting in the carriage, safely on their way to Plymouth.
~Flashback~
Sitting in the window in her room, singing to her bird, Johanna felt like she was being watched. She looked down to the street to see a young man, probably her own age, looking up at her. Dazed as he seemed, he smiled up at her.
She gave him a half-smile, and looked back to her bird.
~Anthony's POV~
She looked so miserable up there in her window. "Only a very lonely person would sing to a bird." He thought as he smiled, looking up at her. "She's very lovely though."
As he went to leave, he saw the Judge in the side door to the house. He was beaconing to him.
As regrettable an act as this was, he walked over to the Judge. "Come in, my boy."
~Johanna's POV~
She saw him walk over to the side of the house. "Maybe he's just looking for an unguarded way in." she thought. "Maybe he's a burglar, though."
She worried very much about both of these thoughts. "But maybe he's trying to save me." She thought, "He must know that father keeps me locked in here all the time."
~Anthony's POV~
The next thing he knew, he was thrown out the side door that he had come in only a few minutes ago. "If he sees you here again, it'll be your BRAINS on the street, instead of your blood." The Beadle said.
He looked up at Johanna's window, only to see that she had left. "I'll steal you, Johanna." He silently promised her. "I'll come back, and I will save you from these terrible men."
~Later~
He found his way back to Johanna's house.
"If she seems miserable, I'll find a way to get in and take her away." He thought.
He stood looking around, to make sure the Judge wasn't watching, and looked up at her window. She was sitting there again. This time, instead of giving her awkward, half-smile, she threw something.
~Johanna's POV~
"I'll throw him a key." She thought, "Then, he'll know. I want to get out of here so badly. He MUST save me."
She tossed her key casually out the window toward the boy. "I hope he understands."
~Anthony's POV~
"She wants me to save her." He thought, "I know this now."
He walked, holding the key close to him, making sure not to lose it. "I need somewhere to keep her, until we can leave."
He walked past a sign for Sweeney Todd's Tonsorial Parlor. He knew exactly what to do.
He ran upstairs to Mr. Todd. "Mr. Todd!" he said, as he burst into the room, "I have seen Johanna, and she's…"
All too late, he noticed Judge Turpin sitting in Sweeney's chair. "I see what kind of company you keep, Mr. Todd." He said, "Keep them well, you'll have no service of mine."
He felt very bad for costing Mr. Todd a customer, but hoped that Johanna would still be there when he went for her.
"OUT!" Sweeney yelled, "GET OUT!"
~Later~
He walked the streets, aimlessly, until he heard a voice. He had heard it before. It sounded like an angel. He looked around, only to see Fogg's Asylum.
"That's where she is?" he thought. "She is not insane!"
~At Mr. Todd's Parlor~
"They've put her in Fogg's Asylum!" he said.
"Hmm..." Sweeney said, "Do you know where wig-makers get the hair for their wigs?"
"…I don't sir…" Anthony said.
"Bedlam." Sweeney said, "Asylums!"
So, Anthony was taught by Sweeney Todd about wig making to impersonate a wigmakers apprentice.
~Fogg's Asylum~
"Here's where I keep the blondes, sir." Fogg said, "It was yellow hair you were looking for, correct?"
"Yes." Anthony said, regretting every moment of being there. If only to save Johanna, he would stay there himself.
"Have your pick, sir." Fogg said, stepping aside.
Anthony found Johanna right away. He knew her anywhere. She was the only one not shrinking away from Mr. Fogg and himself.
"This one," Anthony said, "has the color I need."
"Smile for the nice man, dear." Fogg said, "I might give you a sweet."
Anthony pulled out his gun, "Stand back." He said.
Fogg pulled away from Johanna, and stood up against the wall. Anthony grabbed Johanna, and left Fogg to his 'children'.
"I knew you'd come for me." Johanna said.
"Always." Anthony said.
~Johanna's POV~
She was glad to be out of Fogg's Asylum, but had no idea where Anthony was taking her.
"To a friend." Anthony said, "I trust this man with my life, and you'll stay here, until I come back for you in a few minutes."
"You're sure?" she asked.
"Of course." He said, "I'll only be a minute."
~End Flashback~