He receives a picture of Stiles standing in front of a door.

He walks through the door.

"Hey. Is this a hugging moment? I feel like there should be music." 

"Shut up," he says, walking up to Stiles and kissing him.

He's really bad at not talking. Maybe he needs some incentive.

Okay no kisses are pretty good incentive, they can do that. 

Then he pulls away, and shows the file he's holding in one hand.

"You're really cute. Where's Braeden?"

"She's talking to the cops. We should go straight to the car and not draw any suspicion to you."

"Uh huh. Lead the way."

They step out of the file room and into the reasonably empty police station. 

No one comments on their exit.

Stiles walks leisurely to his car. 

"I texted Braeden. She'll be out in a few minutes. What happened?"

He details his encounter with Mr. Argent.

"So he thinks Ms. Kreutzfeld is trying to re-create the thing that trapped the motel owner in room 10? That's great, really, I'm proud of her for dealing with her feelings so productively."

Braeden joins them. 

"Do we have any obvious leads? What's the next step?"

"This janitor guy who used to be married to a woman trapped forever in limbo. And slash or talking Victoria Kreutzfeld out of ending the world."

"How close is she to ending the world? You're probably better at talking than I am, which we have the time to spare, you should take point on both. If not, I should take the janitor. I can definitely play sympathetic."

"I don't know if she's close at all... but I'm pretty sure she needs the Key for anything at that scale anyway so as long as I have it..."

"If she's desparate enough, she might try to extort you for it, but that depends on what she knows. Besides, that answers the question about time. We can take the janitor first, then, and get all the information we need. You and me, with you doing the social stuff."

"And you doing...?"

"Projecting authority. I'm told I can be very intimidating just standing around, which should help. It's a nice way to avoid having to do anything threatening but still get people to talk."

"...we can get you to project authority after we figure out that he's being unhelpful, how about that?"

"Fine, go ahead. I'll be friendly."

"Was your search here completely unfruitful?"

"Just the janitor and Arlene Conroy and that they were friends with Strizke, nothing really new or useful."

"Yeah." Sigh. Where does the janitor live?

It's probably a very pleasant cabin in the woods?

"I think I've seen this horror movie."