Stiles is flicking paper footballs at someone's head in homeroom, which is, in his opinion, a productive morning. If he can't learn magic, and he has to deal with cardcaptors and sorcerers and bears...well, he'll make his own fun.
"I called him, his dad, flew around town a little, checked everywhere I think he would go to blow off steam, but I thought- I think he did something really stupid. I think he tried to face the Erase alone."
"He likes wandering around poking his nose in murder cases, and he was mad about the fact that I didn't loop him in and my apology didn't cut it but I figured I would just fix it tomorrow."
"Shit. Okay, change of plans, we go capture it again immediately, where do we meet?"
"I have the Fly. I'll stop by at your place and we can go to Alistair's."
"Can this thing carry the three of us?" she asks after she's opened the window.
"Never tried more than one. Alistair has the Jump, though, so we don't need to fit three."
So they fly.
Scott seems to enjoy flying; good distraction from his friend possibly being erased from existence forever.
"The situation is delicate. If too many people get involved, it might be dangerous."
"...to get the Erase, it might be enough, but we'll need your help for the Time."