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Johanna entered the room looking pale and frightened. Assuming the worst Anthony ran to her and embraced her.

"What happened? Johanna, are you alright?" His eyes burned into hers intensely.

"Turpin will never both us again," she laughed humorlessly.

"Johanna, look at me, did someone hurt you? You look as though you've seen a ghost,"

"I'm fine Anthony," and to his relief he saw that a slightly flush had returned to her cheeks and that her breathing had slowed.

"Where is Turpin? What did you mean?" He frowned.

"He's gone Anthony, forever," her voice came out in a whisper so low he could barely hear.

"But… How?" Although he was naive and did not always catch on when people hinted at things, he knew what she meant. Turpin was dead, he could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice, and he knew.

"Mr. Todd," That was all she said.

Nellie Lovett and Sweeney Todd were collapsed on the floor, Sweeney's arms wrapped tenderly around her. Her face rested on his warm bare chest, listening to his heartbeat. The steady rhythm and the warmth of his body contented her. She knew it would be okay now, that though it would take time, he could now heal.

"I miss her less and less as every day goes by," he murmured into her hair.

"Miss who, love?"

"Lucy. It used to hurt to even mention her name, but it's alright now. Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived without you all these years I'll never know,"

"Well I'm with you now and that's all that matters," she sighed, tracing small scars that littered his chest that had undoubtedly been attained while in prison.

"What do we do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've killed him, I've gotten my daughter back, and I have you. I feel as though I can finally be happy. Now that I have fulfilled my purpose here in London, I don't think I want to… I don't think I want to do this anymore," he gestured around the room and she knew what he meant. He didn't want to kill, and deep down this warmed her.

"Oh Mr. T, then let us leave. We can take dear Johanna, Anthony, and Toby and just leave. We could live by the sea Mr. Todd, oh I know you'd love it," she mused.

"By the sea," he muttered to himself, the words pleasing to say.

"After all, your daughter doesn't seem to want to stay and the Beadle will no doubt come poking around looking for the judge," she reminded him.

"Then we'll move by the sea,"

"Oh Sweeney," a wide joyful smile lit up Nellie's face. She kissed the hollow his throat tenderly, her lips leaving a tingling sensation on his skin.

"I think I frightened her,"

"What?" Nellie asked, confused by the sudden subject change.

"Johanna, my daughter, she was in the room. I know she knows what I did, she must think me a monster," Sweeney shook his head sadly.

"Now, now, Mr. T. Give her a little bit. She might be a little surprised, but once she realizes what a favor you have done for her she will be grateful,"

"Do you think I'm a monster?"

"Never," she squeezed his hand gently. He could hear her sincerity and he couldn't help but relax slightly. However, he would never forget hearing the meek mouse-like voice coming from the trunk, a voice obviously filled with fear. He never wanted her to be afraid of him again and he would make sure the past never repeated itself.

Toby knew something was wrong when he walked back into Mrs. Lovett's shop to find a rather pale looking girl. He didn't know the strangers, the boy and the girl, but he trusted them well enough. Anyone that Mrs. Lovett trusted, he trusted. Except, he thought to him, Mr. Todd. Toby could sense something wasn't right. No one else noticed, but after years of living in the workhouse and dealing with terrible things that went on there, he was forced to learn to be observant. One thing he observed and found rather odd was the fact that many men went into Mr. Todd's shop, only a few ever returned.

"Excuse me," A voice sounded, returning him to reality.

"Yes sir," he nodded towards the boy.

"No need to call me that, call me Anthony. I was wondering if you had anything we could eat. I'm afraid that in our attempt to escape we were unable to enjoy a breakfast,"

"Would you like meat pies? Mrs. Lovett cooks real nice pies, everybody loves them," Toby sounded a bit boastful but no one seemed to mind.

"That would be nice, yes," Anthony smiled warmly. Toby immediately knew that he was a good person. Perhaps it was just a feeling, instincts you might call them, but Toby knew.

"Right then," there were a few fresh baked pies made up for the day, though no doubt they would not be sold that day, and Toby set two on a plate.

"Thank you," the girl mumbled. Her voice was small but she was real pretty. Toby saw something in her face, something that made her look awfully familiar, but he brushed it aside.

Anthony lifted the pie to his lips and took a big bite.

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