They were marching and it was... fine. It was freezing cold, but it was fine. Mo sort of wished that Mattie and Dima had been allowed to stay, if only because the marching was fun and a little silly and they couldn't have possibly done any harm here. Might have been a little cold, but that was the price for sneaking into class.

Mo tried to protect his torch from the wind, which was difficult. It seemed like he could either hold it close and use it for warmth, protecting it from the wind, or use it for light and play the game everyone else seemed to be playing. He'd much rather be warm than cool, actually, but Mo was a sport. He held the torch aloft.

And it went out.