"I'm not a doctor, I don't have a license. Do you have anything besides the key?"

"We might have something. Do we have something that does invisibility?"

"No, but we have something that does going through walls, and something that does familiarity."

"How good is the familiarity? We might want to use both, skip getting asked too many questions." 

He dials.

"What am I asking to borrow?"

"Umbrella. Nail file, too, maybe."

"Hey, Dr. Deaton?" 

He steps into a quiet corner, speaking frantically.

"Sounds like you guys have a lot of Objects."

"Relatively speaking."

"How many people- how did you..."

He trails off. 

"He wants us to pick him up."

"Where is he?" he asks Stiles. "And how did we what?" he asks Scott.

"Nothing. Let's find your friend."

"They stopped at the police station."

Back to the Room. And then to the police station.

To the police station.

"Son?"

"I'm okay, dad. We'll be back soon." 

A man and his unremarkable umbrella join the party. 

"Ready?"

"Let's go.—do you, ah, want to stay with your dad?" he belatedly asks Stiles. "I'm sorry, I've been too distracted—couldn't think straight—"

"It's your mom. I'm coming." 

He stabs himself.

"Whenever you're ready," he says through gritted teeth.

He grabs the flashlight and the umbrella, and then it's back to the hospital.

"The flashlight can't itself go through walls; doing this with more people is going to be much easier."

"Who needs to get into the operating room? You and me. I hold the knife, you hold the umbrella, one of your friends holds the flashlight?"

"Stiles," he says. "And it might be best if both of us are dressed as doctors, help with the effect of the umbrella."

"If we stop back at my hospital, I can borrow something. Or we can try stealing, if that's faster."