During the musical interlude Connie found herself making the previously discussed journey to Basingstoke, sat on the donkey with Donna and Joseph in tow. She half expected, given her own basic knowledge of the Christmas story, for them to be following a star, but as Donna was quick to point out to her, the donkey was fitted with Sat Nav instead.
"More precise." Joseph added from her side, "Less chance of mistakes that way."
And so, thanks to the Sat Nav they arrived in Basingstoke City Centre just as the pubs were chucking out. On their arrival Donna took her cue cards back from Connie, who had held them for safekeeping during the journey and began to read again.
"Once they arrived in Basingstoke, exhausted from their long journey, Connie and Joseph made their way to", she squinted hard, trying to read the shoddy doctors handwriting on the card, "The Basingstoke Hilton where they were due to stay the night."
"I'm sorry." Joseph interrupted worriedly, "I'm not sure that's entirely correct. As I recall from the script we're meant to be staying in a Travelodge. It was all hospital funding could run to."
Donna seemed a little puzzled by this and stared down at her card, wondering where exactly any confusion could have occurred, but Connie, with a smile on her face quickly took charge of situation, turning to Joseph with her hands on her hips.
"Mr Byrne. Donna's the narrator, and therefore whatever she says goes. If she says it's the Hilton, it's the Hilton. Come on, let's go…" she said, dragging the others off again, whispering a silent prayer under breath that neither Joseph or Donna would realize that the shoddy doctors handwriting on the cue card was hers.
Under no circumstances was any child of hers being born in a Travelodge.
What Connie had failed to realize, as she'd sat on the donkey altering the cue card, was that really she'd changed nothing. Their booking was still at the Travelodge, and on arrival at The Hilton they were told that there was no room at the Inn and no amount of kicking (the baby) and screaming (her) could secure them a room. Much to the delight of Joseph who was glad to be back in familiar territory and proceeded to cart Connie, Donna and the donkey off to the Travelodge amidst a hell of a lot more kicking and screaming from Connie, who proclaimed to anyone who would listen that she, "could not and would not give birth in a bed with polyester sheets."
Protests aside though nothing could stop the flow of the story because, as Donna told Connie shortly after their arrival,
"That night, the baby Jesus was born."