Max had taken the time and chance now to sleep. His head resting against the window as his eyes closed and he fell asleep. He slept for quite a long time too. As he slept, he could feel at ease and slowly regain what strength he had lost, back. Maybe it would be a bad thing in Kieara's case, but in Max's case, it was something he looked forward to. When the car stopped, the collar with his name on the tag had hit the window, making a slight 'thunk' noise. He opened his tired eyes and sat up, yawning and stretched a little. He looked around, wondering where they were. Max tried to open his door, finding it difficult with the handle. Once he opened it, he tried to leave the van, forgetting that his seatbelt was still on, he hung there like a stuffed animal that forgot it was imprisoned.