The sticker on the fob has finally come off altogether.
It is a blank white oval now, with a chip inside it that a machine can read and a person cannot.

They offered me a new one at the desk in the spring
and I put the old one back in my pocket at the last second.
I have no use for it. I am not sentimental about objects.
It is the only thing I own that has been to both places.

The Book of the Fallen — Return 66:7