Gideon got on the elevator and got off at the floor of his office, stopping by there and going over to his safe, he unlocked it with the key in his pocket and revealed the sheathed curved sword of his informal office as Mediator among the Fairies. Enchanted to disappear back to its makers if one without the blood of the Fae folk were to touch it, it had been Gideon's for a long time. Grabbing a gym bag, he stuffed the sheathed sword into it, packing it full of used and sweaty gym clothes to conceal it initially if checked. He also grabbed the half of his ounces of gold which he kept in his office, the other half being in his bedroom apartment, he intended to repay his debts to the Wicked Witch of the North at her mailbox before he left.

He then dropped off the stack of letters he had looked through on he desk and locked the door behind him, heading back to the elevator and heading down to the lobby where he posited the glass jar contained one ounce of pure powdered gold into the Wicked Witch's mailbox, his soul stone now becoming even more like a Topaz. He then threw the gym back down at his feet and sat down waiting for Roz to return back down.