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She had fought and attempted all she could to gain her freedom, but the large amount of people holding onto her made it impossible to free herself from all of them at once. Nellie had been hoping her travel with the horde would have been short lived, and that Mr. Todd would have come dashing down the stairs after her.
He doesn't care, he wouldn't risk it. A voice had whispered to her. She didn't want to believe it, and she didn't want to hear it. In fact, she could have sworn she heard him shouting her name as she was hauled off. But that could have been a fancy her mind came up with on its own. After all, here she was, clutching a bloodied rolling pin to her chest and just waiting to be carried to an unknown destination.
Nellie tried not to focus on her mysterious situation, not liking one bit that the odd creatures were acting strange on their own accord. It added another mystery, which her weary brain couldn't solve. All she hoped for was that Mr. Todd was keeping Toby safe.
"You little wretch!" Sweeney had his hand wrapped around Toby's neck, lifting the child up off the ground. "Do you think you've managed to help us in anyway by not letting me go after her?"
Toby had been relieved when the man had finally decided to reenter his shop and slam the useless door shut. Now he was once again forced to realize what a dangerous man Mr. Todd was, and continue wondering why he had ever helped him, or hoped he lived.
He wheezed out a few incomprehensible words to Sweeney's smoldering gaze. With a twist of his lips the barber frowned, dropping Toby and watching him fall to the floor.
"Get up." He snapped, turning away from him.
Massaging his no-doubt bruised throat, the boy shot him an annoyed glare before complying. "Wot now?" He grumbled.
Sweeney grimaced at the boy's tone, his fingers curling around the chair that had been used earlier. A great part of him desired to throw it at the child for having stopped him, and another part told him to try and view reason. The child wasn't Mrs. Lovett, in fact, the only reason he was putting up with him was because certain death awaited him on the other side of the door. That was, it should, unless they decided to drag him away too. A great part of Sweeney doubted such a feat was going to ever happen again, but he wouldn't be past trying if Toby was the test subject.
Instead of tossing it at Toby's head, Sweeney smashed the chair into the ground, breaking off its legs. "We need to put some bars back in the door if we're to stay here."
"But wot about'-"
Sweeney turned towards Toby irritably, still clutching a greater part of the chair. The child swallowed, then nodded his head.
"Alrigh' sir."
A/N It seems Toby and Mr. T still got quite a few problems.. heh. Poor Mrs. Lovett.. wherever is she going...?
