It has been over a year since I've been sucked into the world of Sweeney Todd. Christmas happened a few days ago. Yeesh, I can't believe how much time has passed. The movie makes everything seem so quick! Something isn't right, though. I highly doubt it took Anthony THIS long to discover that Johanna was stuffed into a mad house by Judge Turpin. I am beginning to think that my presence here has literally fucked up the timeline. For all I know, the Judge had her shipped off to another place that I am not aware of. I rub my head in frustration as I watch Sweeney shave another customer. My plan for his growing love for his landlady has been going nowhere as well. The thing with him is that he focuses WAY too much on getting revenge. Yes, he did get the Beadle, but the Judge is still beyond his grasp. If Anthony doesn't turn up soon, then I'll have to come up with a different plan. The thing is, I'm not sure that I can.

"Come again," Sweeney sighs, watching his satisfied customer leave his parlor. I glance at the door as it closes. Sweeney turns his gaze on me.

"Let me guess. You're wondering if it took Anthony this long to come to you in the original timeline?" I drawl. Sweeney looks away, silently answering my question. I smile slightly, standing up.

"To be completely honest with you, I do not know." The barber's eyes shoot into mine.

"What do you mean?" He growls. I shrug.

"How I saw your lives in my time is an iffy thing. Things were sped up, like how time passes in a book. The space between two chapters could vary from a few minutes to a few months. I'll tell you one thing, though…" I walk past Sweeney and stare out the window, pausing for a moment from my speech. I'm hoping that he won't react too badly to what I'm about to say, "…I think my interference has altered the events of this time."

Sweeney stands beside me as I stare out the window. This takes me a bit by surprise, seeing I expected him to blow a gasket or somethin'.

"How so?" He questions quietly.

"Well, you killed the Beadle in a matter of weeks since I hatched my plan to you and the others. The thing is, Anthony was supposed to show up BEFORE you killed him."

"And the Judge was meant to die shortly after the Beadle?"

"Yes, on the exact same night. Clearly, that has not happened now."

Sweeney grunts and walks away from me. I turn and watch him begin to sharpen his razor. It's hard to tell what he's thinking. I just hope that he doesn't decide to make me his next victim.

"How is Mrs. Lovett doing?"

I blink. Totally wasn't expecting THAT one.

"She's good," I answer unsurely, "Her business is doing very well."

Sweeney nods, looking less intense. I watch him curiously, allowing a small grin to form across my face. Perhaps y match-making plan is working after all. Come to think of it, Sweeney has been a lot nicer towards Mrs. Lovett since I hatched my plan to them back in March. If only my "other" plan was going as well.

"I don't care that the timeline is messed up," Sweeney stated suddenly, causing me to jump. When I look at him, he's staring directly at me.

"You don't?"

"No," Sweeney answers, "You showing up alone has changed the timeline, probably for the best."

I give him a confused look. Frankly, I was expecting him to be all pissy because of my presence messing up his revenge. According to what I've hinted to him, the Judge and Beadle should've been long dead by now. Then again, unknown to Sweeney, he and Mrs. Lovett would be dead as well, which is NOT what I want to happen.

"Why do you say that?" I finally ask. Sweeney smirks, which sends shivers down my spine.

"Because if the Judge and Beadle "disappeared" around the same time, people would notice and would become suspicious of us. However, seeing the Beadle has been gone for months, the public has long forgotten and so has the Judge, making him as good as mine."

"How will you get the Judge if Anthony doesn't come like he's suppose to?"

"Simple," Sweeney says quietly, his smirk morphing into a sadistic grin, "Use that brilliant mind of yours to come up with another plan." I feel myself turn white.

"Another plan?" I manage to say.

"Yes. Surely you DO have another plan in mind, don't you?" Sweeney asks softly, although there's a hint of a growl in his voice. I straighten myself up as much as possible, hoping that he doesn't notice how uneasy I am.

"I'm thinking of one."

"Good," He whispers, finally looking away from me. I watch him as he stands by the window. Great. I'm screwed. I now have no choice but to come up with another plan to get the Judge. Sweeney is expecting it. I don't know how much time I have to come up with one. Judging by how Sweeney is acting, I don't have a lot. Wonderful. What am I to--

"Megan."

I jump slightly, turning to look at Sweeney. He has his back to me but I see his reflection in the window staring intently at me.

"I am grateful for your efforts to help me. Don't think that I'm not," He says quietly. I say nothing. I wasn't expecting that. His reflection looks away from me.

"I wish to be left alone."

I quickly oblige. As I go down the stairs, I think about what Sweeney had just said to me moments ago. Perhaps he isn't planning on threatening my life anytime soon. That thought alone makes me feel more at ease.