October 31st, 1943 - Nearly Time To Go
Peter and Siduri kept walking, towards those that were coming towards them. There was a nod from the man that once was and was here again towards Gilbert. "Yes, well all good things are only temporary," he said before his eyes went to James and he chuckled a bit. "The same could be said for most any here," he added. It was true. Sure Peter had been dead, but so had everyone else here that wasn't either with the Carnivale or an Emendator. Paradoxes were all dead at one point or another. Peter just seemed to have an extended sentence.
Siduri looked towards Gilbert and hen behind him as others were coming into view. "Time grows short, I will take the chosen one personally." Her voice was calm as she spoke and she didn't stop walking. Leaving Peter as her arm pulled away and making her way towards Faith. "I believe that you have a destination in mind."
Time was indeed growing short. The loop would close soon and Gio could feel this. There was procedure for this. The first thing was to get everyone off the grounds. It was the safest route. To open a portal now to another location or time could be dangerous, especially with so many unknowns. It would make more sense to get everyone outside of the gates and therefor outside of the time loop. From there, then they could decide what to do next.
Jonesy came jogging over from where the Carnivale was set up and stopped in front of Siduri. "We are ready to pull out, where too?" he asked. Siduri looked over towards Faith and then back to Jonesy.
"Outside of this and then, let me see. 1943. Yes, New York. I believe that Miss Masters has an appointment to make," she said in a clam voice. "That is if she is willing to join us," she added before she continued on her way towards where the Carnivale Caravan was located. One could hear the vehicles starting up as Jonesy nodded and ran off to inform Sam.
Peter watched for a moment before looking at Gilbert. "I was told you could use reinforcements, perhaps we can catch up later," he said as he declined the offer of a drink. "A mans personal tequila is sacred." Rubbing the back of his neck he yanked it to one side and popped the crick that was there.