"Shut up and I will!" she insists, stubbornly ignoring the feeling that she's probably about to embarrass herself. Stooping, she scoops up Biscuit, picking him up the long way round and getting clawed as he grabs for some kind of stability and she struggles to get him turned right side up. "Come on, Biscuit, we're leaving."

And then she...well, she stands there and squeezes her eyes shut and tries really, really hard to wake up. Biscuit heaves another long-suffering sigh but shuts his eyes as well.

And nothing happens. For a full minute.