He was back at Sol, but he didn't head to the office. He walked toward the exit, climbed into the sunlight, and began to walk in a completely different direction.
Should we focus the next chapter on first, or does he encounter someone else who also holds a Magic Ticket?
Mateo realized the Billete wasn't a ticket for a ride; it was a permit to rewrite the route. As he gripped the pen, the golden card in his pocket grew warm and then dissolved into light. The station walls collapsed back into the familiar tiles of the Madrid Metro.