*Many Months Later*
jojo staggered from the Roman taverna, reeling along the Via Sinistra his feet slithered among the paving stones. He had no clear recollection of what had transpired in the many months that had elapsed. Nor was he willing to accept that he had formed some sort of sordid relatonship with the unknown man who kept patting him on the back and calling him KemoSabe......
he knew, however, in his innermost heart of hearts this was not the first time unusual circumstances had overtaken him.
Muttering, rubbing the haze from his eyes, he heard his own voice echo strangely:
"Gods, I hate wakening from a transient fugue state in the middle of some strange and isolated barbaric space......"
But even as the throbbing tenor vowels filled the aching void he called a head, he knew it was his fate.
Still rollicking from side to side of the pavement he was unaware of a presence before him until he cannonaded into it.
It appeared to be a man. A huuuuuuuuge man. A behemoth.
jojo groaned. All he wanted to do was return to his beloved Babylon where he would once again receive the groveling and snivelling his delusional mind believed his due.....
From high above his throbbing cranium he heard a basso profundo voice growl:
"Zounds.....is that jojo????? Reknowned throughout the City by the Swamps for wearing peculiar headgear and forcing small fishies to succumb to the wicked sport of olive stuffing?????"
jojo groaned. An eerie recollection of that mammoth vocal timbre filled him. He KNEW that voice. Reaching out his trembling extremity grasped firmly one of the giant's befurred appendiges (or however the heck its spelled)......
"Vort! Jojo Barrada Nectu!!!!"*

* Which anyone with the faintest knowledge of Sumerian slang realizes translates to:
'Geez, Vort, I dunno how I got here and this thing has dragged on so long I'm gonna be wearing my pants up under my armpits , doing bad Billy Crystal imitations and coughing up phlegm before I make it back to Babylon by the Sands...can ya help me out ol bubby-boy?'
The massive barbarian raised his visor (go with it; ya want continuity ya came to the wrong place). A blinding light whited out the screen. jojo sank back certain he heard the thrum of the zither and the hum of Heavenly Hosts......

When he woke again, he was lying on the floor outside the Kash Bowl listening to the faint sound of Zig telling yet another female that SHE was his one, his only and yadda yadda.........
jojo rolled onto his back and squished himself comfily on the floor......
Ahhhhhhh, it was good to be home........