Much had flopped into the back seat where he was thrown, but when the car started up, he shuffled about a bit till he found a comfortable position on his back, with his feet pressed up against the window. As Marian drove, he watched the streetlights zipping through the window above his head, a constant flash - flash - flash, occasionally broken up by something as interesting as traffic lights.
He felt like he'd left something vital back in the park.
Whatever it was, though, was the part of him that gave a shit that something vital was missing. So. Not a huge problem.
All Much really wanted to do was lie here in the back seat and stare at moving lights till morning. Wake up somewhere else entirely. He didn't want to be ordered Out, and he kicked weakly at Stutely when he opened the door. "Bastard. Leave me alooone."