"Connie… Connie…"
Connie woke to find herself face down in a pile of paperwork with a crick in her neck, and with Elliot standing over her, a look of concern on his face.
She looked up at him sleepily, "Where's Jesus? And Joseph?"
At her words, Elliot's concern seemed to grow, "Are you feeling ok?"
She shook her head trying to clear it and make sense of everything that had happened, "We were in the Travelodge, with the shepherds and Donna and the 3 wise men."
Elliot sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, "Connie, you're working too hard. You're pregnant; you need to start taking care of yourself." He chuckled, "Honestly, you'll be telling me next that Joseph had a tea towel on his head and Chrissie Williams was an Angel."
She went to respond with the affirmative but he didn't give her chance, helping her on with her coat and bundling her out of the door before she had chance to speak. "Home." He told her, "If you're falling asleep on the job you're not fit to be here."
"I was asleep?" she asked, more than a little confused since the whole thing had seemed so real, "It was just a dream?"
Elliot smiled kindly, "It was just a dream."
Connie continued to think about this all the way down in the lift. She thought about it as she made her way out to the car. And she thought about it as she put the key in the ignition and drove out of the car park.
"It was a dream." She said out loud to the car, by now utterly convinced of it, "It WAS a dream."
Then she passed Harry standing at the main gate.
And he had a sheep under his arm.
She groaned.
Some things in life obviously just defied explanation.