Once the Archangel had departed Connie found herself left alone with Donna who quickly read her next cue card.

"Once the Archangel had departed Connie went to tell her husband Joseph the good news."

"Husband? Joseph?" Connie asked incredulously, unable to believe that her day could get anymore surreal than it already was. Donna nodded, leapt down from her box and took Connie by the hand.

"Come on, lets go…"

Connie sighed, "Fine, but if he's got a tea towel on his head I'm going for a lie down in a darkened room."

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When they found Joseph he didn't have a tea towel on his head but was in theatre operating on a patient, which, Donna informed Connie somewhat earnestly, was his job. In order to humour her, Connie found herself, enquiring as to why he wasn't a carpenter and was told that 'the script' had been 'tweaked' to give the story a contemporary and medical theme. She was tempted to ask for her own copy of the script but then decided against it. She didn't want to spoil the ending for herself.

Donna, having dropped all her cue cards on the floor shortly after entering the theatre, picked them up again and after ten minutes of trying to find the next one decided to adlib the next part.

"So then right, Mrs B tells Joseph that she's having God's baby."

Connie took this as her cue to try and break the news gently to Joseph who she suspected might struggle with the concept that was the new twist their lives but to her surprise he just nodded.

"I know. I read the script from cover to cover. I've learnt everyone's parts so I know exactly what to expect. No surprises eh?"

No surprises did not exactly cover her day so far and so she just smiled at him sweetly like the virgin she suspected she was meant to be before turning to Donna, who'd she now decided was her tour guide to all this insanity, "Where next?"

At her question Donna hopped up and down excitedly, "Oooooh I like this bit. This is where we jump forward in time." She grabbed hold of Connie and Joseph's hands and leapt into the air with them…

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When they landed Connie found herself sat at the Board Room table with Donna lurking around somewhere behind her, and a huge massive pregnancy bump stuck infront of her. Also, somewhere along the way, she'd changed into a blue cotton dress complete with white headdress, which, in her opinion was not a good look for anyone, let alone someone who was used to wearing designer labels.

Joseph, who, to her disgust, seemed to have acquired the aforementioned tea towel on his head, was sat at her side, apparently in some kind of debate with the Chief Executive who was at the other end of the table.

She glanced at Donna, "What's going on?"

Donna looked down at her cards, which had, apparently, during the time traveling to have got themselves back into order but found they had too many long words that she couldn't pronounce and so decided it might just be better to paraphrase for Connie.

"You and him are being send to a medical conference in Basingstoke, but he doesn't think you should be traveling in your condition."

Connie rolled her eyes, protesting that she saw no reason why she wouldn't manage a car journey but Donna was already shaking her head,

"That's the problem, you're not going in a car. There's been some budget cuts, and there's no money available for petrol. You're going to have to go on a donkey. A little donkey…"

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Little Donkey Little Donkey
On the M3
Got to keep on plodding onward
With Joseph and Connie…

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