Sweeney ran into the dark London night, the cool air gently brushing his face. Razor still in hand, he used the other to grip the handrail of the stairs and hurdle himself upwards to the shop.

Sweeney yanked open the door, rattling the bell. He didn't want to wake Johanna but he had to know if she was still there.

He was flooded with relief when he saw Johanna's sleeping form in the bed. The sight of her was so breathtaking, he felt as though he were in a trance, slowly stepping towards her. She had shifted, now laying on her side, snug under the comforter.

It was an old quilt Mrs. Lovett had dug up for him when she helped set up his bed. She rummaged through her drawers, yapping to him as she pulled out sheets and blankets. Sweeney had no idea what she was saying, still shrouded in depression at the discovery of Lucy's fate. He had just decided to take Lovett's offer to move in hours before.

He made a mental note to buy Johanna a new quilt. A nice one, the best he could find.

Never taking his eyes off her, Sweeney sat in his chair, took out his razor, and began wiping it clean.

Several minutes later Johanna began to stir. Sweeney watched from the corner of his eye as she began the process of waking up.

Heavy eyelids rising, Johanna weakly gazed around the room. Sweeney was pleased at her state of confusion and exhaustion. She feebly rose to a sitting position, her large eyes meeting his.

"Where am I?"

"You're in my barber shop." His deep voice replied matter of factly, still wiping the razor.

Johanna rubbed her head, supporting herself to sit up further. As she looked across the dark room, lit only by a few candles, her memories slowly began creeping to the front of her mind.

"Who are you?"

Had he not still been in a trance, maybe he would've considered telling her his real name. But Sweeney was still engulfed in his vengeful mania.

"Sweeney Todd, of Fleet Street."

Johanna froze for a few moments, and he watched her with great anticipation. He stood from his chair.

"Are you going to kill me?" She asked, her chest deeply rising and falling.

"Kill you?" He scoffed. The craze still sparkled in his black eyes like tiny stars against the night sky. "Why would I kill you? I need you." He let out a roarous laugh.

Johanna's eyebrows knitted together.

"What do you need me for?" She asked, mustering all the strength she had to sound firm and unafraid.

Sweeney let out an uproarious laugh, his black eyes shining like two crescent moons.

"You're my prize," he said breathlessly. "That's what this— that's what all this was for!" He laughed, gesturing wildly around the shop.

"Please," Johanna reasoned, leaning forwards, "just tell me what I need to do for you to let me go."

Sweeney chuckled and turned, returning to polishing his razor.

"I'll never let you go. You're staying with me forever."

The sound of the bed rattling caused Sweeney to whip around. There was Johanna, standing defiantly in front of it.

"Then I'll kill mysefl!" She screamed in frustration.

A chill ran up his spine at her words.

"No you won't," he replied bluntly, "I won't let you."

Johanna's eyes darted around the room. She had lived most of her life trapped as a bird in a cage —- she wasn't about to let that happen again. Her eyes landed on a spare razor on the table along with Sweeney's tools. She gasped as she leapt towards it.

"No!" Sweeney roared, lunging towards her as she snatched the handle of the razor.

Johanna held the razor to her throat with a shaky hand.

"I mean it! I'll do it!" She threatened.

Sweeney's heart was pounding. A bizarre mixture of fear and rage overtook his body. For a moment the two stood there, staring at each other, each waiting for the other to make a move. The thought of his razors, used for the exact purpose of getting her back, cutting into her beautiful, ivory skin spawned a deep pain in his core.

Sweeney noticed how her hand was trembling and took this as a sign to make his move. He darted towards her as she let out a scream, snatching her delicate wrist. Johanna twisted and turned with a cry before the razor clattered to the floor with a loud ring.

"You fool!" He barked. Johanna cried, holding her wrist as Sweeney kicked the razor across the room.

He grabbed her upper arm and dragged her to the barber's chair.