Johana sits in a Speedwagon Foundation office. Her legs swing back and forth on her chair; it's far too tall for her. Nero sits next to her, holding her hand. He dares not open his mouth, for fear of revealing a dark truth his parents have forbid. His parents, Holly and Antonio, stand by a large window, staring out over the parking lot. Holly's mascara has run down her face, swept away by a river of tears. She pulls a cigarette out of her purse and lights it. She knows it's rude to smoke indoors, but she needs this right now. Her father, Joseph, head of the Joestar family and the Speedwagon Foundation alike, sits at the large desk in the center of the room. He stares at his watch, watching as the second hand slowly circles the clock face. He sighs. "Julius and Joshua will be back from the airport soon," he says. Johana looks out around the room, at her silent relatives. Something is wrong, very very wrong, but she can't figure out what. Her father and sister were only supposed to be gone for a few days, but it's been two months and neither of them has spoken to her. Two days ago, her Aunt received a phone call. When the call was over, Holly was crying and wouldn't tell Johana why. This morning, the entire Joestar family traveled to Joseph's office. They told Johana her father had bad news, news best told in person. So Johana sits, waiting to finally see her father again. Joshua pushes the door open and Johana runs to hug him. She stops two feet short. Something is wrong, something is very very wrong. Her father, a man who always felt like the pinnacle of strength, looks weak. His arms hang at his side and he leans down, staring at the ground. He hasn't shaved in days; from the look on his face, he hasn't slept either. His hat, the black cap with the gold star, sits low on his face, covering his eyes. "Hi pumpkin," Joshua says. His deep voice cracks as he says this. Johana takes a step back; she's never seen her father like this. He grabs her and picks her up, hugging her so tightly she can barely breathe. Then it begins, the crying. Joshua doesn't stop crying for five minutes. "Things in Birmingham, they didn't go the way we planned," Joshua says as the tears wind down. "Josephine, she tried so hard. She tried so hard. But, but, she's gone now. She's gone." Johana doesn't know how to respond to this. She just sits in her father's arms, silent, waiting for him to confess that this is a joke. The confession never comes. "Don't worry, I'm going to fix this," Joshua says. "I'm going to fix this. I'm going to fix this." +++ "I gotta hand it to you, you did a real good job figure out how Thunderstruck ticks," Young says. "Mind telling you about your Stand?" "Why would I do that?" Johana asks. "Out of a desire for fairness." "You're trying to kill me, why would I make it easier for you?" Young sighs. "Fine, don't tell me how your Stand works," he says. "Can you at least tell me its name?" "It doesn't have a name," Johana replies. "What do you mean it doesn't have a name, everything has a name?" "I only got it last night, I haven't had time to give it a name." "I named my Stand five minutes after I got it," Kan chimes in. "Well, I haven't named mine yet," Johana says. Johana Joestar and Sydney Young are staring each other down in an airport terminal. Their Stands stand next to them, ready to pounce on one another. Kan sits on a nearby bench, clutching her injured arm. The crowd has run away, scared off by the screams and the lightning.