This was beginning to get unbearable, but Jake refused to let on, consciously, that he wanted to climb.

And now.

A sneeze as a result of the dust and the damp announced Jake's arrival, and the boy emerged into the shack, looking very jumpy and very fidgety. Immediately, Jake knew he wanted to go to the upper floors of this place... (well, no, what he really wanted was to duck out and run away) but the lad quickly pushed himself up and darted towards one of the biggest pieces of furniture, on top of which he climbed and sat, swinging his legs back and forth. This drawing cabinet gave him a good view of everything. Good job it was for some reason upright.

As Jake sat there, biting his nails, he could only think of the tree... the tree he believed he wouldn't get to climb.