She got into the driver's side

He slid into the passenger side.

The street was full of hundreds of pedestrians milling around, dancing to the music. Lots of them wore angel wings, feathery and surreal in the half-light.

At the sound of the engine, the people nearby gave way. He nudged the truck through as fast as she could, honking the horn. Finally they reached the main road and he opened up the accelerator with a roar. As she sped south, they could just see the flock of three, heading away over the buildings. She took off after them, weaving in and out of traffic. They vanished from view and she took an abrupt turn, and then another, sending them hurtling around corners.

He clung to the car door, still not used to this type of driving Electa tended to do.

Right. Because he was a safe boi.

The angels were nowhere in sight.

He was confused on were she was going.

Now so was she because she couldn't see the angels anymore

Vexin looked out the windows, trying to spot anything.

He couldn't see anything, but suddenly he could feel which way they should go, throbbing through him with absolute conviction.

He reached over and gently rugged Electa's hair very lightly, pointing.