She follows.

"Kaede is a boy today. He will come in a bit, and you will understand why he did not come immediately when he does."

"Alright."

He pours her a cup.

"Sit down, you and Alan probably have a lot to talk about."

"Alan" would seem to be this man, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup, a newspaper, and an umbrella.

"Hello. I take it you must be Yeong."

"Indeed. It is a pleasure to meet you."

He stands to shake her hand. He keeps a hand on his umbrella, wielding it as a cane.

She shakes his hand. "I think I've heard of that," she says, pointing at the umbrella. "Are you really the Sheriff's friend?"

"I am, yes. I wasn't expecting him to find out about this. The umbrella is...a keepsake, from a time when I was more actively involved. It does still have the powers you're thinking of, though there hasn't been much call for them recently. The situation might change, now." 

"He's been telling me a lot about these objects. Showed me that one, the Jedi mind trick bit. Apparently the others are worse."

"I've never seen the glass eye used, but there are stories about its victims."

"My son and I... we hope to do some good with these Objects." She shakes her head. "In any case, what do you know about the people who took the Sheriff's son?"

"I believe the figure involved is the Coyote, a criminal heavily involved in the object trade."

"And what did they demand?"

"The key. They think I have it, and they don't know about Alan or you." 

"I was hoping that between the two of us, we could get past whatever security they have."

"Hmm, possibly. What do you have?"

"You've heard about the umbrella. I also have the shoe polish, and a few favors I can call in."

"I don't think I've heard of the shoe polish, but we," she starts, and types something into her phone, "have the bar of soap, nail file, pencil, flashlight, and—" She stands up, walks to the door, and closes it.

"—the key," says Kaede, opening it.

"Amazing...is it as powerful as they say?" 

"So they kidnapped my son for that? I hope it does something good." 

He opens the door further to reveal the room.

"I can go anywhere."

"...Yeah, that'd do it. Can it get us to where they're keeping him?" 

"If they want it, they're preparing to defend against it. That's where the umbrella comes in. I believe the flashlight also does some kind of transportation?"

"Makes it possible to go through the solid object it's being shone at. The nail file knocks whoever it reflects light on unconscious. The notebook is worse."

"How difficult is the notebook to direct? The glass eye is horrifying, but very precise, and the nail file seems similarly controllable."