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.
The conductor chuckled, pointing to the Billete de Magia . "This card doesn't take you to where you have to be. It takes you to where you need to be."
"You left this on the 8:15," the younger Mateo said, handing him the pen. [S1E8] Billete de Magia
The train screeched to a halt at a station called . Mateo stepped out into a station that looked like a giant, open-air library overlooking a sea of clouds. On the platform stood a younger version of himself, holding a pen and a blank canvas.
Inside, the seats weren't plastic, but velvet. The advertisements weren't for insurance, but for "Memories You Forgot to Keep" and "Directions to the Tomorrow You Actually Wanted." A conductor in a vest made of starlight tipped his cap. "Destination?" the conductor asked. "I... I was just going to the office," Mateo stammered. He was back at Sol, but he didn't head to the office
Should we focus the next chapter on first, or does he encounter someone else who also holds a Magic Ticket?
The train accelerated, the tunnel walls turning into a blur of cinematic moments from Mateo’s own life—his childhood sketchbook, the piano he stopped playing, the girl he never called back in Valencia. "This card doesn't take you to where you have to be
He stepped onto a train that shouldn't exist: .