It didn't sound like Cupcake was given much of a choice in the matter, which suited her just fine. The back of her neck prickled. She followed closely behind Mr. Podmore as the rest of the groups splintered off. The prickle at the back of her neck quickly turned into an itch and without being consciously aware of what she was doing, she started scratching furiously at it. Then she stopped in her tracks a thick sheen of sweat forming on her face.

"I think there are mosquitoes in here." She tried to keep her voice light but it came out hollow.