Alistair brain was scattered as he stared at the severed head on the floor. So many confusion thoughts ran through his head. What had just happened? Why was Lulu's head lying on the floor? Why had Sweeney been able to ignore the scissors in his shoulder? Why was Mrs Lovett not bursting into flames when Casey ignited? Why was Lulu's head on the floor? Why was Lulu dead? Why was her head on the floor? How could she have died? Why hadn't he stopped him? Why was she dead? Why was she dead?!<br/>He could feel hot tears running down his cheeks. Her head had such a calm look on its face, it even looked happy to be disconnected from it's shoulders. That wasn't right. Lulu's face shouldn't look calm, it should be bright and cheerful like the first time that they had met. He could still remember how happy she had looked when she had cornered him at the library. They had never met but Lulu had had the confidence to bound up to him and ask one simple questions;<em>'Can we be friends brainiac?'.</em><br/>A roar of pure rage bellowed from Alistairs throat. He soared from the wreckage and swiped wildly at Sweeney. Unfortunately not one of the punches hit. Sweeney was avoiding all of them and cackling while he did it. Seeing the boy enraged seemed to be more amusing to him than a good joke.<br/>'Afraid you only have yourself to blame young sir' He spoke before dropping one of the razors and grabbing Alistair by the throat, 'Don't be sad though. All three of you will be reunited.' He spoke before leaning forwards and whispering into Alistairs ear, 'We'll bake you, her and the fireball in the same pie.'<br/>Something even deeper seemed to snap as he whispered the ominous notion into his ear. His feet kicked out and arms flailed like a rabid animal. His eyes were filled with cold hate as his body wriggled and thrashed with such ferocity that even Sweeney seemed to become surprised by the force behind the raging detective.<br/>'Mrs Lovett kill the fire fairy!' He yelled out and growled as Alistair managed to land a fist against his chest. It wasn't enough to hurt him, but it was becoming annoying. This needed to be dealt with quickly.<br/>'As you wish my dear!' Mrs Lovett spoke, her arms still wrapped around the flaming girl. The fire was licking at her body but Mrs Lovett didn't seem at all phased by it. It seemed as if she couldn't feel the heat of the flames at all. She lifted one of her hands to Casey's throat and began to squeeze, 'It's time I shut you up you little prostitute.'<br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">'Now now isn't this rather vulgar language to be using in such a dainty barber shop?'</span></em>A strange civilised voice spoke, cutting through the chaos of the saloon and silencing the rabble. Alistair kept struggling for a moment against Sweeney's grip, but then he noticed that Sweeney was no longer paying attention to him.<br/>'What in the name of the devil?' Sweeney whispered, his face filled with horror as he stared at the sight. Lulu's head was now floating a metre off the group and grinning broadly at them.<br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">'Why don't we all just sit down and behave for a moment?'</span></em>Lulu's calm and surprisingly masculine voice asked before it turned in the direction of Mrs Lovett and opened it's mouth before shooting a large cloud of blue smoke at the woman.<br/>She screamed and let go of Casey immediately before the two of them were flung into the chairs where Mrs Carol still slept soundly.