You still had blood in your hair? I didn't... really have blood anywhere? But then again, there wasn't any blood when I died.

[There had been bright sparks as he was torn apart by magic in the Mirror world, but no blood.

Quentin smiles a little, pulling out a completely normal-looking Metrocard and he holds it up. To make it easier to see in the low lights of their combined lanterns.]

A literal Metrocard. Don't ask me why, because I really have no idea. I just know that everyone needs one to get to the Afterlife.