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(London, England-1800's)

Johanna Barker was stunned. That barber friend of her boyfriend, Anthony Hope, just killed her guardian, Judge Turpin. Maybe, just maybe…

She was finally free! No more nightmares… The light at the end of the tunnel…

"Forget my face!" the barber told her. She wouldn't forget his face. But still… She felt some relief.

She left the barber's shop. As she descended the stairs, she tore her hat off. Then she tossed it on the ground.

She undid her hair and shook it out. She considered the boy's clothes she was wearing.

"Long blond hair and a boy's clothes on a girl… Hmm… It could be quite fashionable one day!" she proclaimed to herself. "These clothes are actually quite comfortable. Not as hot and stuffy as a dress!"

She started towards one of Mrs. Lovett's tables to sit down and wait for Anthony. All of a sudden, she was jerked forward, her head and limbs flying back as if she was being pulled by the stomach with a giant rope…

"And life is for the alive, my dear, so let's keep living it…" Sweeney Todd sang as he waltzed with Mrs. Lovett over to the bake oven in the cellar.

They both continued, "…Just keep living it, really living it!"

Sweeney pushed Mrs. Lovett into the fiery oven and locked her in.

Tobias Ragg hid in the sewers, waiting for his chance to strike.

Sweeney walked over to his dead wife and dropped his razor. He kneeled down next to her, took her in his arms, and sang.

"There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful…"

Tobias climbed out of the sewer…

"A foolish barber and his wife… She was his reason and his life…"

Tobias crawled over to Mr. Todd…

"And she was beautiful…"

Tobias grabbed the razor…

"And she was virtuous…"

Tobias stood and made the last few steps to his lady's killer…

"And he was…"

There was a pause, just as Tobias was just about to strike, when Sweeney lifted his head. Tobias then cut Sweeney's throat.

As the boy walked up the stairs, he felt a jerking feeling in his stomach. He flew forward…

Anthony Hope rushed out of the cab as it reached 186 Fleet Street. He ran up the stairs and into the barber's shop. Johanna wasn't there. He went back down and tried looking in Mrs. Lovett's. He couldn't find anyone in the kitchen. Then, he tried the parlor. Nobody there, either. He went back outside without checking the cellar.

He sighed and looked at the ground. Johanna's hat was just sitting there.

He started to pick it up. Suddenly, he fell, as if he was pulled by the middle…