For as small as Max was, he had quite a bit of speed to him. Years of tag. Years of outrunning his dog while holding a bully stick.
When they reached the hotel, he slowed to stand next to Jer and watched the doors with limited surprise. As he'd explained before, things in the hotel weren't working for him. As before, the people in the hotel weren't answering them. Some honest part of Max suggested that he might be invisible.
"They can't hear you," Max said suddenly. "They couldn't hear me earlier. But if you wait for someone to go inside, the doors work again."