Will tried to keep track of the route, and it wasn't too complicated; he made mental notes of the highway, the interstate, the towns they passed through or by, the exits, the mile markers. He wasn't completely sure he'd be able to find his way back comfortably, but he had a general idea of the route. He didn't pay much attention once they got back into the city, though, since it wouldn't make sense to try and keep track of how to move through there. Find the right way out, that was all.
Of course, this all faded from precedence in his mind as soon as they pulled up outside the building and all he saw was fire and smoke. He got out once the others did, the familiar smell trying to bring him back to other days, but staring at the apartment building that had caused him so much trouble over the last few months go up in flames kept that at bay. he stared, disbelieving, as something inhuman and unreal smashed the third floor windows - then the fourth, then ... when it all collapsed into a flaming mess of ash and debris, he found he couldn't say a single thing.
Something was wrong, but all he could think was holy shit.