Lost. (For Sweeney!)

[Jane O'Day]

Rapping on the door of the shop, Jane peered in through the filthy glass, her eyes squinting in an attempt too see past the grime.

Failing miserably, Jane sighed and slowly opened the door, the ever present rectangular box tucked under her arm, no doubt holding a dress.

Shutting the door behind her with a creak, Jane looked around the room, noting the faded and water-stained wallpaper, the musty floorboards...this placed could use a little TLC.

That was beside the point, though. Jane had gotten herself lost in the winding maze that was London. Although she had been born and bred a Londoner, Jane still got lost in the filthy streets, and this time, she had been lead here.

Straight too Fleet Street.

[Sweeney Todd]

Todd, at first, didn't even notice the girl in his shop. But when he did, he quickly spun around and gave a life threatening little smile, one hand outstretched and resting on the back of his relatively new barbering chair.

"What can I do for you today, miss?" He took a small step in her direction, letting his hand slide over the chair-back only an inch or so.