[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943 - Look out below
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	Samson looked over towards Sophia and nodded. "Libby, grab some others and fetch the net for the traipses we used to have. Should be in storage, be quick girl," he said as he wobbled on his cane to get closer to what was going on before yelling at the crowd. "You all get back, get back, don't be needing no one else getting hurt," he added to some of the acts that were crowding right beneath where Jonesy was hanging.  

	Ben looked at James. "Go with her, she knows where to go," he added after Gilbert told him to find something to stretch out beneath, pointing towards Libby who whipped her head back and motioned for James to follow her. 

	"Here, this truck," she said pointing as she picked up her pace and started running. 

	Jonesy above was trying to trying to swing to get a hand up but he couldn't. There was blood dripping from his side. It looked like from where everyone was below, like he had been stabbed or impaled by something before it was ripped out. The blood loss was making it hard for him to stay away and keep a grip. People took a step back to avoid the drizzle of blood from above. 

	Ben wasn't waiting. He leapt over to the bottom of the Ferris Wheel and started climbing up. "Ben!" Rita Sue called out but the boy wasn't listening as he started to move up the steel lines, climbing up as quickly as he could. "Samson, get management!" Rita added with a scowl on her face. 

	"Ain't gonna bother management, you know they don't come out in the day," he added and Rita huffed as she shook her head and looked back up. Gasping as Ben grabbed one of the seats and as he went to pull himself up, it broke free and started crashing down towards the ground below. "Look out!" she screamed as she scuttled back.