Thankfully, the door is unlocked, because the keys are in the ignition, with Jack wanting to be ready to move the van at a moment's notice. You never knew what trouble might show up at any random place, garage or otherwise. He scampers out of her arms and over to the driver's seat, at which point he realizes his error: he's still a fox. He can't reach the pedals. Hell, he can't even see over the dash without rearing up to his hind legs.

The wind rocks the van, though it's not moving it yet.

"Hurry, get in," Jack insists to his rescuer. She'd probably be safer inside. Probably.

He turns in a quick, frustrated circle on the driver's side seat, trying to figure out how to change back. He talked two people through it before! Surely he should have it worked out now! Except thinking about having thumbs and feet and legs long enough to reach pedals isn't helping right now.