Jolyne didn't know where to run next. She could tell she was near an her destination, but all the hallways being twenty times bigger than normal was throwing off her perspective. She didn't even have a map of the place, what was Guess thinking when she planned this? The mouse suit was blazing, too, and she had to run twenty times as much just to get the same distance she could get when she was big.

She wanted to give up, or even just rest for a moment, but Guess could snap her neck the moment she dropped to the tiled ground, and that was the last thing she wanted. Her only choice was to keep moving, so she blindly turned the next corner she saw and continued.

That haphazard method of determining her direction might have gone on for hours until she got to the exit or died of exhaustion, had she not been interrupted by her number being called by a voice she recognized as belonging to one of the prison guards.

"Prisoner number FE40356, you have a visitor. Report to the main district immediately."

Jolyne couldn't exactly meet whoever wanted to talk to her right now, despite how curious she was. The only visitor she ever got was her mother, and she had come just the other day. The exit she was heading to was the entrance where visitors came in, maybe she could stop and look under the door. That was, if she ever found it. A few more turns. A few more times her number was called. Eventually, she heard shouting between guards, and the prison-wide alarm began to wail. It wasn't too surprising. Green Dolphin Street Prison took confinement seriously, and any possibility of escape was met with a complete lockdown until the perpetrator was found. A few guards ran past, but ignored the small mouse crawling along the side of the door, even as distracting as the awkward way it wriggled would have been to anyone not preoccupied with searching for her. Guards didn't do anything about the mice even when everything was normal, and Jolyne was almost certain they wanted the pests there to make the place even more disgusting than it already was for the convicts.

She was grateful for that now, at least. Focusing on her goal, she began moving again, although slowly now. Guards were rushing down the hallway still, their footsteps thundering in her now tiny eardrums. It felt like it had been hours, but the clock on the wall was too high up for Jolyne to see. She turned another corner just in time to see a man, taller than average even for someone who wasn't under the shrinking effect of a stand, tossing a punch at two uniformed guards. He was dressed bizarrely, and the wrath on his face burned enough to make the mouse suit feel even hotter. He was yelling, and the height of his volume had no effect on the height of his pitch. It was deep and gruff and familiar, and for some reason it was saying her name?

"It's been far too much time for you to get her. I told you that seeing Jolyne was a matter of utmost urgency, didn't I? She's in danger, and if you've been lying about having her here, then you'll be even more so!"

Who was that? Did she know him? Apparently he knew her, judging by how casually he called her name. He dodged a blow from one of the two men, spun around, and elbowed him smack in the face. The other watched him fall to the ground and became more frantic in his efforts to tranquilize the man in the coat.

"Hey! Calm down a bit, will you? I already told you-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence before an amethyst fist materialized and socked him right in the jaw.

Why did the guy need to talk to her so bad that he was willing to get violent when it just took a while? That or he had anger issues. He also apparently had a stand, which was bad news if he turned out to be an enemy.

With both guards down, the man adjusted his star-patterned cap, muttered a "Yare, Yare..." and began to move in Jolyne's direction. Not wanting to be noticed, she backed up around the corner she had turned from and scampered in the other direction the moment she was out of sight. She couldn't hear his footsteps over her own heartbeat, but she could tell he had turned the same corner as she did. He probably wasn't the far behind, so she skipped up the pace.

"Wait a minute... Hey!" It was the man's voice. Jolyne barely had time for the dread to set in before two fingers pinched together around the mouse's tail and lifted. She felt lucky it was just a suit, because having a tail and it being pulled hard enough to lift your weight probably would've hurt like the inferno. Even, without that, being held upside-down was no pleasant feeling. Jolyne could tell the pelt was close to tearing, and the blood in her body was being pulled to her head.

Fortunately the feeling stopped as soon as she was lowered into the man's massive palm. She looked up and met his eyes, green and squinting, brow furrowed. "A tiny person... There's definitely a stand user involved here. Who are you?"

She could only stare back. "I... I-"

"Wait a minute... I recognize you. You're- No. It couldn't be..."

And suddenly, she recognized him too. "Dad!?"

"Jo- Jolyne." Surprise was an emotion that didn't fit his low, rumbly voice in the slightest. She could tell he was accustomed to using it more in anger or deadpan than in shock. "But Jolyne... How did you get like this? Is this your stand?"

She didn't want to talk to him. Not after what he did. Or rather, didn't do. But she was in his power, and out of options. "No... My cellmate-"

"Oh." A long silence. "Well that was nice of her."

"Wh-what? How would that be ni-"

"Did she make this for you too? The detail is exquisite." he said, gesturing to her outfit.

"This?! Yeah, she did, but what does that-?"

"Oh, Jolyne. I've been gone for too long. I didn't even know that you were developing this kind of hobby... What kind of a father am I?"

"H- Hobby?! Dad, I'm being held capti-"

"No, Jolyne. You don't have to make excuses anymore. I won't make you hide who you are inside. You're my daughter, no Kujo should be forced to dress in human clothes if they feel like a mouse. The species we chose may be different, but after all, I... I-"

"DAD!! You keep misundersta-"

"After all, I feel the same way!"

Jolyne watched in horror as her father set her down on the floor to unbutton his pants.

"Dad, what are you doing?!"

It was too late. In a singular motion, which would have been impossible had not Star Platinum helped, Jotaro whipped off his jacket, pants, and shirt, revealing the most shocking thing Jolyne had ever seen. Sleek silver fur gleamed as though it was skin. A majestic dorsal fin rippled in the wind, despite them being in a prison hallway with no windows for said wind to come from. Jolyne noticed Star Platinum frantically waving it's hand back and forth to create it. The other hand of the spirit was busy pulling a shaped hood over Jotaro's head, a long beakish snout with bubbly eyes and a squeaky grin. Jotaro's own hand, now gloved in a fin, had been holding his hat during the transformation and finally placed the cap back on top of his head. His entire body shifted into an impossible pose to emphasize the effect.

It was shiny. It was wet. It was... Her dad in a shoddily made dolphin fursuit.

"Dad, no."