Vinyl was ready to go when the train pulled into the station. She was going to rent a house across the street from Octavia's (the owner knew she only planned to stay for a month), had an interview set up for the next morning to get a job as a mailmare, and was ready to move her things out of Octavia's house when she got there.
But first she had something to take care of.
She walked over to the ticket booth, where the clerk was still sitting, writing something.
He looked up. "Ah, you're back. Looks like you know what you're doing, now."
Vinyl smiled at him. "I have something for you." She opened her bag and pulled out a small parcel with magic. "It's not much, but I'm sure you don't want money." She slid it to him. "Good luck with however long you have left, Rorschach."
He returned her smile. "And to you as well, Vinyl. I hope I live to see your problem fixed."
Vinyl made a motion like she was tipping her hat, then walked away.
Rorschach waited until she was out of sight, then opened the parcel.