The thoughtful pause that follows Greta's question is probably not comforting.

"I didn't actually wait through all that time," the Balladeer explains, instead of giving an actual answer. He's certainly not centuries old, like his span of history would imply. Exact numbers escape him, but he's younger that that. "I just skip ahead to where I'm needed. It's just my job. To keep their stories alive."

He waves a hand vaguely over his shoulder. Is Booth still following them? Maybe if he doesn't look or pay him any attention, he'll just leave. Because that's what John Wilkes Booth does: he gives up and leaves quietly when he isn't wanted. "They're not good stories, but those who don't remember history are doomed to repeat it." There have been too many repetitions for his liking. Honestly it took three assassinations for the Secret Service to be formed, what are people doing with their time