Where does the woman find her ticket? [originaltext]M: Tickets... tickets, pleas

M: Tickets... tickets, please. May I see your ticket, Miss?
W: Yes. Uh, now where did I put it? Just a moment, let me look for it.
M: Sure.
W: In my bag? No. Is it on the seat, the floor? No. Oh, here it is in my pocket!
M: Thank you. Are you going all the way into the city?
W: Yeah, the semester’s out and I just took my last exam, so I’m going to go sightseeing in Chicago.
M: Is this your first time riding the train to Chicago?
W: No, this is my second time, but I don’t remember much. I came with my parents when I was 3.
M: Well, I’d suggest changing seats. The view’s much better over on that side of the train.
W: Thank you, I’ll do that.
M: And hold on to your ticket. You might be asked for it again. Have a nice trip.
W: Thanks for your help. Maybe I’ll see you again when I come back.