A beat-up car pulls into the campus parking lot. Its driver, a freshman wearing a sweater vest, lays his head on the steering wheel and groans. 9:00 AM is far too early for any person to get up for class. A large hand knocks on his window. He turns his head and sees a tall man wearing a black beanie, a man named Nero Zeppeli. "Hello there, would you mind selling me this car?" Nero asks. "I'm sorry, what?" the student in the sweater vest asks. "Your car, I would like to buy it," Nero repeats. The student sighs. "Look, it's early, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, I'm not in the mood for some stupid prank," he says. "This is not a prank. I need a car and do not have the time necessary to acquire one, so I would like to buy this one." "I need it to get home from class this afternoon." "I will pay you more than enough for you to take a taxi home tonight and buy a new car this weekend," Nero says while reaching into his pocket. Nero sets a large wad of fifty pound banknotes down on the student's windshield. "It is very important that you sell me this car," he says. "Okay, you're serious," the student says. "Don't know why you'd want it, it's kinda a piece of crap." Nero places two more wads of cash on the windshield. The student rushes out of his car, hands Nero the keys, and heads off to class. Johana walks out from behind a tree. Kan leans over her shoulder, barely conscious. Johana's Stand begrudgingly carries the egg. "Where'd you get all of that money?" she asks as she approaches Nero. "The Speedwagon Foundation gave me a large budget for expenses before I came here," Nero says. Nero opens the passenger side door of the car and sits down. After a moment of confusion, he notices the steering wheel in the seat next to him and slides over. Johana opens the helps Kan into the backseat of the car, locking her and the egg in using seat belts. Nero pulls out of the parking lot and begins driving to the airport. "Remind me again why we couldn't have just taken a taxi, like we did when we came home from the hospital?" Johana asks. "Vuitton attacked us less than an hour after we left the hospital. Until we get back to New York, we should consider anyone we encounter to be a possible Stand User," Nero says. "Hailing a taxi would just put an innocent civilian in danger." "I suppose that makes sense," Johana says. She opens the glove compartment and starts looking for something thin, long, and sturdy. She pulls out two chopsticks, remnants of a takeout dinner ate on the way to class. Johana jabs the chopsticks into her shoulder. "What are you doing?" Nero asks, unfazed. "I got shot earlier," Johana says. "I'd rather not go through airport security covered in blood with a bullet in my shoulder." "Would it not be better to go to a hospital?" "Like you said, people around us are in danger right now. I really don't want to destroy a second hospital in less than 24 hours." Nero takes a turn far too fast, slamming Johana's head into her window in the process. "What the shit, Nero?" she yells. "Sorry JoJo, I may have taken that turn a bit quick," Nero says. "Did you even slow down?" "I slowed down a little," Nero mumbles. Johana glances at her shoulder. The chopsticks are broken in half, with their ends still lodged inside Johana's wound. Johana grits her teeth and rips the chopsticks out, bringing the bullet and more than a few drops of blood with them.