Phoebe glared at her nephew. She could've done the binding, but it was obvious Clark didn't want that. Why not give him what he was asking for? Again Clark was talking about the necklace, and her dark gaze shifted back to him. "There's nothing wrong with it. If you want one for your little girlfriend, I might remember where I got it." She waved a hand dismissively.
As her hand was in the air, Wyatt caught her arm. "Hey!" But before she could focus on trying to break free, Clark stepped forward and yanked the necklace from around her neck. "Ow, hey! Give that ba-" In mid exclamation, she and Wyatt disappeared in a swirl of blue and white orbs.
When she rematerialized, Phoebe fell to her knees as soon as Wyatt let her go, blinking in confusion and looking up just as the cage went up. "Wha-?" She raised a hand to it without thinking, and the blast, combined with the sudden influx of her thoughts returning to normality, caused her to collapse, unconscious.