While Jayhawk mapped out to the young magician what exactly it was he was required to do (brief translation: GET US ALL THE RUDDY LOT HOME), Incon wandered to the front door of Old Titanicus' house and looked out on her once-familiar city. Inspiration struck, and she asked a servant for a pad and stylus.
Two market ladies passed her in the street. "D'you see the fuss going on in Governor Titanicus' place?!" one huffed to the other. "You'd think Incontinentia herself had returned to pay a visit!!" The other nodded in agreement.
Incon blushed, smiled at them, and declined to comment.
After seeing Young Titanicus was okay (and somewhat coherent), Jayhawk joined her at the doorstep. "What are you doing?" he asked, handing her a goblet of local mead.
"Taking notes and sketches on the area," she replied, showing him the pad. "Just look at what they've done with this street! In my day, it was farming land. Now the city's expanded!"
"Oh, it's expanded quite a bit," Old Titanicus chuckled, joining them. "Why, you wouldn't recognise the old RSPCE HQ. Would you like to see the new compounds, just on the other side of the river?"
Incon nodded vigorously. Jayhawk thought it would be prudent if he and the others went with her (she was getting rather active with that stylus and pad). Cian and Apolita volunteered to stay behind and look after Young Titanicus, and help him with his reversing spells.
Twenty minutes' elephant-ride away through rush-hour traffic, Old Titanicus ordered Tusky to a halt. "Behold!" he cried, "The Peter The Great Memorial Elephant Compound!!"
Incon gasped, and lowered herself off her faithful pachaderm's neck. Spreading out for acres were herd upon herd of rescued elephants and their young. A clandestine tear crept into her eye. "I've never been so proud..." she muttered.
"Just come look at this!" Old Titanicus smiled. Then he whistled a signal-call. On cue several dozens of elephants came to his command.
"Who's a boozhy-woozhy babee, then?" Incon crooned, going from trunk to trunk, stroking each elephant's face or ears in turn.
"They're Tusky's!" Old Titanicus laughed. "It seems, after your travels and you returned home, that we discovered Big Tusky was something of a "ladies' man" among elephants! All these pachaderms are, in one way or another, the direct descendants of your best friend, Incon!"
Incon stared at the now-familiar elephantine features on each elephant. Many had generous tusk-growth. She sighed happily, and turned to her friend.
"Tusky - look! You're a DADDY!!!" she beamed.
Tusky's eyes popped wide open. He gulped audibly.
"I think you've just managed to overwhelm him, Incon," Jayhawk said patiently from the elephant's back.
"Oh - I'm so proud of you, big fella!!" the governor ran to her friend and hugged his trunk. "I've counted 127 with your features so far!"
"Actually...it's closer to 294," Old Titanicus informed her.
Tusky looked as though he were going to faint.
"I think our tour of the new city should continue," Jayhawk spoke up quickly. "Before our ride passes out..."
Incon climbed back up on the woozy elephant's neck. "Where to next?" she asked.
"Well - would you like to see the old Lion Pit Training Grounds??" Old Titanicus was really enjoying being Tour Guide. "It's been turned into a Lambada Dance Hall!"
"Why am I not surprised..." Jayhawk sighed under his breath.
"LEAD THE WAY!!" Incon's eyes lit up excitedly.
Tusky made his way shakily away from his many descendants, after curling his trunk (the universal sign of elephant-love) at them all. This was one adventure he wasn't going to forget in a hurry...
Meanwhile, back at Old Titanicus' house...