Phineas was just walking alone in the streets, looking for some inspiration. It was quiet, the lights outside flickering and as the wind blew.

The night was cold, light snow falling on the floor. His warm breaths showing in the air as short puffs of smoke.

Then, he heard a slight rustling and he saw someone lying on a bundle of blanket. Usually people like that were run off the streets, sent to jail, or they disappeared.

After a moment, Phineas had a thought. 'Must be quite the escape artist.'

He slowly walked over and stared before he cleared his throat. "Hello, my name is Phineas Barnum.. I've seen you around once or twice.."

Phineas smiled, a little unsure of what to say but maybe this person could be a new act (but really, he wanted to help them). "And it is so fascinating.. you are quite the escapist."