No, I don't own, or claim to own Sweeney Todd, as awesome as that would be.

Johanna was trying to breathe evenly. She just witnessed two murders. Even if the murders were of two horrible people, a murder was a murder. Johanna was waiting for Anthony. Anthony was supposed be coming with a carriage.

She finally mustered enough courage to get out of the trunk where she’d witnessed the murders. Johanna decided to look at the pictures she’d seen earlier. Gingerly, she picked them up. For some reason, the baby in the picture looked oddly familiar.

It couldn’t be me, could it? I know I’ve seen this before... But what would he be doing with a picture of me? Unless... no, he couldn’t be.

“Johanna?” Johanna turned around to see Anthony.

“Anthony.” Johanna didn’t realize her hands were trembling.

“Johanna? Is everything alright?”

“No. I saw two people got murdered. I thought you said Mr. Todd was a good man.”

“I thought he was. Are you sure it was him?” Anthony asked, refusing to believe that his friend was a murderer.

“Yes, I know for sure. He sounded exactly like how you described him,” Johanna murmured. “I’m scared. Anthony, let’s get out of here.”

“Okay. But first, where did Mr. Todd go?” Anthony asked.

“I don’t know. I heard screaming. He was about to kill me, but he said to forget his face, and left. I’m not sure where he went. I just hope I never see him again,” Johanna said. “Er, Anthony, did Mr. Todd every say anything about having children?”

“Why yes, he said that he had a daughter named—” Anthony stopped suddenly. “Oh my god, Johanna, you don’t think—?”

“I don’t know what to think. I know I’ve seen that picture before. And I believe it was of me. But if that’s the case... then that demented man is my... father.”

Johanna was always curious about who her parents were. She never knew. If Mr. Todd was her father, she was terrified. And yet, relieved at the fact of actually knowing she had one. Johanna didn’t know for sure, or not, but, it was possible.

“Oh, Johanna,” Anthony said coming up and hugging her.

Johanna cried on his shoulder. “I just want to get out of London. I want to forget all of these years. I want a fresh start. I need a fresh start, Anthony. Where do we go?”

“I don’t know. At this point, I think we should try and find Mr. Todd, and bring him to the police,” Anthony said.

“I don’t know, Anthony...”

“It’ll be okay, Johanna. We’ll bring the police with us.”

“Okay.”

They later came back with a police officer, and went into the baking room. What they saw was grotesque. There were five bodies. One was of Mr. Todd, he was holding a woman. There was blood everywhere. Near the body of Mr. Todd was a razor.

There was a small boy sitting on the ground. His face was expressionless.

“Who are you?” the police officer asked.

“T-toby, sir.”

“Did you do this?”

“N-no, sir. This man did,” Toby acknowledged to the body of Mr. Todd.

“How did the man that did it die?”

“I-I k-killed him. I thought it was for the best. He killed so many people.”

The police officer just looked shocked.

Without thinking, Johanna went up and hugged Toby. Anthony looked at Johanna, but she just looked at him with an expression of solemnity.

“W-who are you, ma’am?” Toby asked.

“Johanna, darling. Johanna Barker.” Toby just hugged Johanna back.

“How many people did this man kill that you saw?”

“Six.”

“Where’s the sixth body?”

Toby lifted a shaky hand, and pointed to the oven.

“She was burned?”

“Y-yes. Mrs. Lovett, her name was,” Toby said, beginning to cry. Johanna squeezed his hand.

“Johanna, we should go,” Anthony said.

“Toby,” Johanna said softly, “would you like to come with us?”

“I’d love to. Only, I’m probably as good as dead,” Toby said.

“Well, you did stop a criminal. I suppose I can let you go,” the police officer said.”

Toby smiled hugely.

“Let’s go,” Anthony said.

And with that, Anthony, Johanna, and Toby all got a fresh start.

A/N I know it's a bit OOC, but it was something in my head. It's a bit unrealistic, yes, but it's my story. Read and Review, Ostentatious.

P.S. I will have revised versions of all of the rest of my stories sometime soon.