"One of the Objects, takes you to Gallup, New Mexico. What's special about Gallup? Nothing, near as anyone can tell." 

"...interesting. And would you be able to locate that one, I wonder?"

"Are you calling in your favor? Because one of these days, you'll owe me, and I'm going to collect somehow." 

"Depends on how much it costs."

"The bus ticket is pretty versatile, even if you're uncreative. We're looking at a pretty steep price." 

"Hmm. How steep?"

More expensive than a breadbox, less than a sports team. 

"I'll get back to you on this soon, I believe."

"Always a pleasure. Good luck."

"Thank you." She hangs up.

"Not a whole lot of information about it. Asking about the key would probably cost a lot of money and we already know where it is... and it feels weird to call in our favor for that."

"Yes," she nods. "I think we might want to look things up online."

"Yeah."

They each take a laptop and start researching, with the new information about these Objects as a starting point.

Stiles goes home. He types up everything important up and does his homework. He tries not to panic. He gets online, plays a few rounds, yells at some kids he'll never meet.

He heads downstairs when his dad gets back.

"Stiles, what are you still doing up? You have school tomorrow." 

"I wanted to see how you were doing after the whole...thing, right? I mean. Are you okay?" 

"No, kiddo, I'm not. I'm getting there. You should focus on your stuff." 

"Okay. Do you need anything?" 

"Go to sleep, Stiles." 

So he does.

The next morning, Kaede calls Stiles.

His call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system.

Would he like to leave a message?

Uh. Nah. He'll text him.

Good morning! Did you get anywhere?

The response takes about twenty minutes. 

We already made our demands clear. Don't text this number until we have what we want.