Bassie and Cocoa

*Bassie's eyes go completely blank, her body going rigid* Cooca... cooca... *she starts mumbling the word over and over, her voice getting quieter* Cooca cooca cooca... *she rocks faster, her fingers pulling at her hair*

*Eggson rolls in, the smell of burnt toast trailing behind him, shouting about "fish fingers and custard" before stopping to look at Bassie, who is now curled up in a ball on the floor* Eggson: Oh, dear. Are you okay, my child?