"If it would help, yeah. I stayed with my mom a lot, the last few months." 

Okay now he's looking at Stiles—rather intently. "She is not going to die. I—we have magic."

"Okay, magic. What should I do?" 

"I don't know, we don't have anything for this—Deaton will know—"

"...Deaton? I- okay, does my dad know what's going on? They called him with their demands, did he talk to you, is that how you knew?"

He scrambles for his phone and begins dialing. 

"—we should find somewhere less public—"

He nods. 

"Lead the way."

...he finds a door. He closes it, unlocks it, and opens into the Room.

The room shows no signs that anyone was bleeding on its floor.

"This is what they kidnapped me for?"

He walks around the room.

"Okay. Deaton and my dad, kidnappers, key, room, what else do I need to know?"

Kaede closes the door behind Stiles then sits on the bed.

And doesn't say anything.

"Okay, okay. So Deaton might have something that can help, so I'll just- I'll just talk to my dad, since I called him." 

He picks up the phone and frowns. 

"Okay, no signal in the magic room, that's fair."

He sits down next to Kaede. 

"If you think Deaton has something to fix this, I need to talk to him. Do you think he can fix this?"

He leans forward and covers his face with his hands, propping his head up on his elbows. "There are magical objects," he explains. "The key is one. It takes to this room, which opens anywhere. Deaton knows about them, and could know of—some object—that would help—"

"Okay. So if I open the door and want it to lead to my house, so I can stand in the doorway and call for help...do I need the key for this?"

"You don't."

So he does just that.

After a few minutes of hushed conversation, he finishes the call and approaches Sadde. 

"Hey."

He looks up. "Hey. Did he tell you everything?"

"The important stuff."

Stiles sits.

"Deaton doesn't think he has anything."

"I didn't think he would, but doesn't he know of any other objects like this?"

"Cufflinks, eye, ice bucket, knife, and maybe the watchbox. He said he's calling the objects location person but isn't sure he can afford anything in time." 

"...I can. He owes me a favor."

Kaede stands up and walks outside.

The door leads to a drycleaners, with a man sitting behind a desk at a computer. 

He looks up, startled.

"Kaede," he says warmly, and stands.

"I guess you don't need that favor called in now?" 

"I in fact need it exactly now. My mother has been shot. I need her to not die."

He blinks.

"What did you have in mind? The glass eye, the knife...the watchbox might stop someone from dying but it's not the most likely."

He sits at his computer, typing furiously. 

"Glass eye? I thought that one was a weapon. What does the knife do?"