Alistair had never been on a motor bike before, but he was quite sure that the way they were driving was far from safe. He followed Casey's instructions and leaned left and right to match the motions of the bike. It was a difficult job and not just because he had never ridden on a motorbike before. He had never been so close to a girl before, he could feel the outline of her waist beneath his arms. He was glad he was wearing the helmet because it was doing a good job of hiding the blush in his cheeks.<br/>When they stopped Alistair tore the helmet off his head before quickly running a hand through his messy helmet hair and jumping off the bike. He kept the helmet under his arm as he walked over the pavement and up to the hair salon.<br/>Frizzy Cuts was a small innocent looking building painted a sickly pink and yellow with smiles and polka dots covering the windows. Lulu had told Alistair how much she hated going to get her hair cut there, it looked like the type of place to take children for their first hair cut. It was hardly the place to bring a young woman for her hair cut, but her parents had fallen in love the place and wouldn't have it any other way.<br/>Alistair pushed through the wooden door and stepped through. The moment he did his breath caught in his throat as he stared at the sight before him.<br/>Lulu was sat tied down in a leather barber shop chair and her head was being pulled back by a large thin man with ghost white skin and styled dark brown hair. At first glance he would have looked relatively normal; he was dressed in a fine white buttoned shirt, black bow tie and black trousers making him look civilised and professional. It was only when you noticed the look of utter madness in his eyes and the apparent joy in his face as his long shriveled fingers clutched the sharp pair of scissors that you realised that this man was insane.<br/>Lulu's mother seemed to be unaware of what was happening, she just sat quietly on the chairs that lined the window near the entrance of the barber shop. It was only when Alistair looked a little closer did he realise that the woman had been drugged. The eyes that lay behind the thick glasses her mother wore were shut tight and her head was balanced at an odd angle on top of her thing neck. Bits of her blond wavy hair were stuck to her face from where she had slept on it and lying in her lap was a spilt glass of water. No doubt it had been drugged before she drank it.<br/>Sitting next to Mrs Carol was a stick thin woman wearing a homely brown dress and a kitchen apron. Her hair was held back with a hair net and she was wearing rubber gloves. She grinned broadly at Alistair when she registered that he had entered the room. Her mouth was full of yellow crooked teeth and her eyes looked yellow and venomous.<br/>'Mr Todd we're not alone' She cackled and rubbed her gloved hands together excitedly, 'Seems the boy has finally gone an worked out the riddle. Took him long enough.'<br/>Sweeney Todd tune his head to look at Alistair and beamed at him before pressing the blade of the scissors to Lulu's throat. Alistair wanted to lunge at him and knock him down before he could do anything, but he knew that this man couldn't be taken lightly. The moment he jumped Sweeney would slit Lulu's throat and then with the grace of a gazelle turn on the spot and plunge the scissors into his stomach.<br/>'Good day to ya sir. A pleasure to be meeting the great Sherlock Holmes' He spoke, his cocky accent making every word sound even more insulting, 'You cut it mighty fine young sir. You've only got about a minute and a half until I'm ordered to kill her. The clock is ticking young sir.'<br/>'Let her go or my friend Casey will burn this place to the ground.' Alistair growled, but that just made the two of them laugh.<br/>'With you and the two Carols inside it? Oh no I think not young sir.' Sweeney chuckled, 'But if she believes that fires gonna be of any use I do encourage her to try it out on myself and Mrs Lovett here.' He spoke and nodded towards Mrs Lovett before turning back to Lulu, who seemed surprisingly calm despite having a blade pressed to her neck. In fact Alistair could almost swear she was grinning too.