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	Ben looked over at Alexandra and chuckled a bit as he walked. "What? No better way to be glad to be alive than to look at something that could have been you. Puts thangs in perspective," he said as he kept strolling. "You gotta ask the right question though, especially with what you do," he added as he pushed past the old oak tree. He didn't know where the grave was he just knew it probably wasn't near where they were setting up camp right then. At least he wouldn't have let people set up a Carni show on a grave. 

	Stopping Ben placed his hands on his hips and looked around. Obviously trying to pick a direction but while he was looking around he added something else to what he had been saying. "You should be askin' me - what grave and how do I know there is one?" There was a slight tug at the corner of his lips as he finally looked back to her. "Tell ya what, tell me where it is and I'll answer what you should be asking."

	Sam and Jonesy looked at each other. "Jonesy, go help get things back in order, go on now. Stay off the bottle," Samson warned and Jonesy nodded. 

	"Yup, come on Libby," was all Jonesy said before wrapping an arm around Libby and heading back towards the tents. Libby mouthed a thank you to Bart before resting her head against Jonesy as they walked. 

	"Wooden pegs? What the hell Samson!" Rita Sue barked. 

	"Hey don't be looking at me, I ain't be knowing where those came from. Any rousty worth his salt knows you don't be putting wood to metal on Colossus. Especially after what happened in Damascus," Samson said shaking his head. 

	"Maybe we shouldn't be hosting no show tonight Samson," Rita Sue said putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot. 

	"We ain't gonna be dark, Management ain't pulled the plug yet," Samson quipped. 

	"She's worse than the previous one!" Rita Sue snapped before storming off. Samson let out a frustrated breath and grumbled under his breath.