Anthony gratefully backed out of the room, taking care to face the barber until he was at the staircase. Once there, he tripped down the whole flight, nearly plowing right through Toby, who was now laying on his stomach attempting to break a pie.

"Good day, Miss!" he called on his way out the door, much to Mrs. Lovett's increased irritation.

"I know I'm not that bad-looking," she muttered, slamming a few cupboards for emphasis, but he was long gone.

Anthony was quite sure he'd never run so fast in his life. When he got back to the orphanage, the entryway was empty. Realizing everyone was probably asleep, he made sure to make as little noise as possible as he edged toward Amelia's room. He could see the faint light of her lamp through the crack in the door, and he pushed it open warily.

"Anthony!" Amelia whispered as loudly as was possible to still be considered a whisper.

"Amelia!" he responded excitedly. "Where's Johanna?"

"I had to take her home." Amelia crossed her legs and rocked back and forth. "It's late." She glanced around her at some of the other sleeping girls and gave him a pointed look.

"It is." Anthony checked his watch and realized he'd been up far later than he'd intended. "We'll…we'll get this going tomorrow, then?" Amelia nodded before coming to hug him goodnight.

"I told her to start packing, so it won't be long. This will work. We can do it," she said softly.

"Of course we can." He ruffled her hair before leaving her room, taking care to shut the door quietly.

The next morning, Mrs. Lovett was hard at work with her utensils. She wasn't even sure what purpose the whisk served, but she was enjoying herself. She let her mind wander to what that boy could have wanted—kids these days. She rolled her eyes.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Mr. Todd descended the steps looking quite dismayed. Mrs. Lovett had to blink a few times to be sure—yes, he was making a facial expression that was somewhat different than his usual scowl.

"What's the matter, Mr. T?"

He paced the room for a moment without answering, something she was quite used to. She idly played with her rolling pin while she waited for him to come up with a response.

"I just—" he spun on his heels before looking back towards the floor and moving his mouth without actually saying anything. "Johanna…"

"Your daughter, right?" she ventured cautiously.

"He wants to…" he began again before stopping once more.

"Mr. T, you'll have to be a bit more detailed, I'm not following."

"He knows where she is, he's going to…bring Johanna here." Mr. Todd made this last point so quietly that Mrs. Lovett had to edge forward to hear him.

"Did I get that bit right?" she rested on her elbows. "That fellow who just breezed past me all quick-like—" At this, the door opened, but they both ignored it in favor of more exciting news.

"He's bringing Johanna here!" Mr. Todd's eyes widened upon saying this louder, as though he finally understood their magnitude. "He knows where she is, and he's going to bring her here!"

Mrs. Lovett's surprised smile faded as soon as he said this, and Mr. Todd misunderstood it at first. When he realized her gaze was no longer on him, he turned to see none other than Judge Turpin and that repulsive Beadle of his standing in the doorway.

"Is that so?" Judge Turpin interjected coolly. Mr. Todd breathed in before blindly feeling for his razor. He could have sworn it was in his back pocket…

"I suppose the shave Beadle Bamford was so anxious for me to have will simply need to wait." Judge Turpin glared at both of them. "I have more pressing matters to attend to." With that, he gave the Beadle a sharp jerk of his head before storming back through the door.

Mr. Todd stared at the area that had just been occupied by Turpin, not speaking.

"Mr. T…?" Mrs. Lovett very anxiously, very carefully, asked, keeping herself a safe three paces away. His hold on the countertop tightened before he shut his eyes tightly, let forth a guttural growl, and flew back up the stairs. Mrs. Lovett flinched slightly upon hearing how hard his door slammed.

"Who's Johanna?" Toby piped up from his spot under the table.

"I guess we'll see, dear." Mrs. Lovett looked up once more before retreating into the pantry. There was still work to be done.

Judge Turpin was taking such quick strides that the Beadle found himself struggling to keep up with him.

"We'll just see about this," he muttered, throwing the front door open.

"Judge, wait—you shouldn't do anything rash, that is…" Upon seeing the look Turpin was giving him, the Beadle shut his mouth immediately. The judge didn't even stop to take off his coat—he simply loped straight up the stairs.

"Now she's done it," the Beadle sighed.

Johanna, unaware of any of the current happenings, was hard at work getting together what she felt necessary to bring. She could hardly contain her excitement at not being forced to spend the rest of her life with Turpin. That alone was enough to get her moving. In her elation, she danced over to her cage and unlocked the door. The birds gave her curious looks, and she tilted it slightly.

"Go on now, I won't be the only one getting their freedom today!" It took a bit of encouragement, but at last they both hopped onto the windowsill, hesitant to go any further. When she pushed the window open and nudged them a little, they seemed to get the message.

Johanna was so busy watching them fly away that she failed to hear the door open. When she turned to get back to her packing, she gasped.

"Y-you really should knock before entering the room of a lady," Johanna said scathingly.

"I see no lady here."

Turpin surveyed the area. "Just as I thought." He flung his arm toward her bag, sending its contents flying. "Where did you think you were going?"

She didn't answer. On the Judge's order, the Beadle ran in eagerly.

"Take her," he glared. At this, Johanna's eyes widened further. Take her? Her thoughts quickly switched from fearing for her life to fearing for her virtue. She struggled to avoid him, but the two men in the room were too fast for her.

"Not to worry, dear," the Beadle sneered, yanking her towards the hallway. "There's a special place for crazies like you, and I think we'll pay them a visit."