Tenk didn’t stay long in Falun. Not that it was not good to see his adoptive clan again, most of whom assumed he was a distant full cousin in the tangled heirachy of clannish relations of the mountain mining folk (he was actually a demi-uncle, but that is too long of a story to go into here). He politely refused the stunted young women that were presented to him in an attempt to marry him in closer, and soon got about his business of getting as far away from New Babbage as he could before the grace of Christmas passed.
Illuminopolis! That was where he would go. He had never seen the lights of Illuminopolis, for by the time he reached the outskirts, the famed lights were long extinguished, and the dark times had come.
Tenk gathered what he would need and booked a ticket westward.