In which Jareth was eventually made well by time, care, and a healthy dose of cream of garlic soup (not that he can tell)
In which we discover how others fared during this event.
C'mon, it's practically canon that Sweeney is really, really bad at identifying people. And it *is* canon that he's nuts.
Poor Legolas. He doesn't deserve this.
Javert belongs to Hugo, Boublil, Schonberg, and Kretzmer.
Legolas belongs to Tolkien.
Sweeney Todd belongs to Prest and Sondheim.