Freddie places a hand on his chest. "Oh, Mr. Willoughby, gone too soon, snuffed out in his prime," he laments, eyes shining with what could be a mournful light, and a moment of silence rings out through the lobby. Maybe it's in honor of the dearly departed building manager. Maybe it's because Freddie forgot to hit play.

"Anyway." Freddie slams that play button and the spell is immediately broken by the strings of a steel guitar. "When the maaaaan on the traaaaain breathes his last breath," he sings along. Do these lyrics seem strangely prescient to anyone else? "It's tiiiime for a dooooog to find who caused his death."