[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943 - Just keep swimming? (Yeah I got nothing lol)
[/color][/b][hr][hr][/center] 
	Ben looked over and took the girls hand, getting up to his feet. Everyone in the Carnivale rushed forward to start pulling back metal and try to clean up things. Jonesy laid there as Libby rushed over to him, followed shortly behind by Samson. "Thanks," Ben said but smirked a bit looking over towards Gilbert before he walked off. He could understand not wanting him to kill more things on the grounds and glanced towards Bart. "If you can, please do," he said motioning towards Jonesy. 

	Jonesy groaned as Libby pulled his head into her lap. His leg was messed up pretty bad from being impaled by the metal before he had fallen. "Please help him," Libby asked as she looked over towards Bart. 

	Samson quirked a brow and then looked over towards Ben, waddling over to the boy slowly. "They're like you?" Samson asked and Ben shook his head a bit. 

	"Seems so, well that one is," he said pointing towards the kitchen house. "These? Cousins maybe?" he said towards Samson and the short man looked confused a bit but nodded. 

	"So Goliath?" Samson asked. 

	"Brother maybe?" Ben said as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. Taking a long puff before holding out the pack towards Alexandria. "Not for her it wasn't," he said, finally getting back to what she had said when she offered him a hand up. "I'm Ben, this is Samson and you are?" he asked. 

	Samson looked up at the girl and took his hat off. "Ma'am," he said in a kind voice before turning his attention back towards Bart and waiting to see if he would help Jonesy.