"Uh...yeah," the Balladeer replies, still staring dubiously at the building. How is that even here? It's definitely 1882, or he wouldn't have just done that whole thing with Guiteau. "I'm very sure that building shouldn't have been built for another forty years..."

"I shouldn't have been built at all," opines a nearby man with a thick Southern accent.

"No, nope. Not today." The Balladeer does not turn around; he just starts walking off very quickly, dragging Greta along with him. "He died years ago, we don't have to deal with him right now."