Kurt ran around to the other side of car, pulling open the door and throwing himself inside. He hit the lock multiple times just to make sure the doors were secure before he put the shotgun on the backseat and shoved the keys into the ignition. Words were failing him, because there wasn't much to say, and he put the car in reverse and started back down the street a lot faster than he'd been driving there.
The Navigator barreled backwards down the street until they got to the corner, and he turned it around to drive forward. His heart was still racing, breath still short and close to hyperventilating, but he needed to get them home. Needed to get them safe.