[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943 - This Way And That [/color][/b][hr][hr][/center] "Well that wasn't the bargain girl. It was show me, not tell," he said before shaking his head a bit. "I'll remember that," he added before shoving his hands in his pockets and turning on his heels. He wasn't sure where she was going of what she had heard considering they were alone by an oak tree with no one even around them. It was odd to him that she should run off and he hadn't a fucking clue what stranger danger was. It wasn't a turn of phrase that was used during his life, maybe she was just an odd one, she did have a funny accent. Bens turn of heel didn't put him in the direction of the grave, it put him heading back towards the Carnivale, crossing the road and looking like he was making a leisurely paced beeline towards the trailer marked management. Samson caught a glimpse of Ben walking towards the trailer he was headed for and waited for the boy. Ben had managed to pull out another cigarette and light it up. "Find it?" "Told where it was but I ain't seen it yet," he said before taking a puff and rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb. "Thinking they're the same?" Samson asked and Ben shook his head again as the smoke billowed out from his. "Naw, I mean that big guy I am pretty sure it but the rests of them? Like they're missing something." His voice was slow in his talk and he looked down at Samson. "Anyways, don't think they are. Gonna talk to management." "Yeah, you and me both kid," Samson said before turning and hobbling towards Managements trailer. Climbing up the stairs and opening the door. He looked back and spotted Ben standing there looking around. "Well you coming?" he called out and Bens head snapped around. Their eyes locked and Ben nodded. The boy breaking out in a short jog to catch up before moving up the steps of the trailer. The door shutting behind the two mismatched men as they entered.