"Guess we are."

"Right."

Alistair retrieves his bow from...behind the couch? Sure, behind the couch.

They go. 

Stiles ushers them into his trusty Jeep, and they're off. 

And Scott directs them.

They reach a fairly unremarkable street with pretty much nothing going for it.

Except for that car slowly vanishing.

Is there anyone in the car?

Key of the Clow, do your thing.

"Move, get the car out of there!"

Alistair equips his bow. 

"Kero, what do we think this is?"

He consults his list!

"The Erase, the Return...?"

"It's probably the Erase!"

The move is glad to help. The car is moved... and continues disappearing.

"May the arrows loosed from my arm Shield all that they touch from harm."

The bow flares briefly with a sheen of silver light, and his arrow strikes the thankfully broad target.

A bubble made of light emerges from the point of contact, and the car is suddenly fully solid and visible again.

That was...easy?

Is something else disappearing? 

Otherwise, he'll go capture Alistair's card for him. 

Yep that Jeep over there oh it's Stiles'.

"Okay, this has gone too far! Playing stupid pranks, trashing property, but not taking my car!"

He makes a move towards his Jeep, but sways, unsteadily. 

And Sadde's there to try to steady him. "You alright?"

"Fine, I'm fine, it's just...my Jeep," he whines. 

"Windy, surround the Jeep and trap the Erase!"

"It won't work," he diagnoses. 

The Windy doesn't even do anything—the Erase is not actually on or in the car.

"Do the Shield thing again, he's our ride!"

He does the Shield thing again, this time shooting at the useless lump's Jeep. 

The useless lump is apparently choosing now to have trouble breathing. 

How inconvenient.

"Stiles? Uh, Maze, surround the area!" 

He places a hand on his friend's shoulder, trying to steady him. 

They'll be the two of them trying to steady him.