"JOLYNE!"
She hears Emporio's blood-curdling scream.
Ah.. Emporio, don't cry... please.. be strong for me... for us.
Her consciousness fades into black, she catches a quick glimpse of the sunset for the last time.
I'm sorry... I've failed you all.
And finally, that vivid sunset melts into the sea of death along with her.
...
What? Where am I?
Didn't she just die?
Wasn't she supposed to be gone? Erased? In Heaven? Hell? Reborn? It feels like none of those things.
She opened her eyes. It was so dark she wondered if she somehow forgot to open her eyes.
A voice came from nowhere, but at the same time everywhere. "I will not give up on you. Go back. Find a way to fix this."
Go back? Back where? To Emporio? To Hermes? F.F.? Weather, Anasui and Pucci?
"No, further."
Further? You mean before jail?
"Further."
Before Romeo?
"Before you."
...What?
How do I do that?
"Use your power. Your stand."
... With Stone Free? What do you want me to do, Spider-man my way into the past? Make a time machine with flesh strings? I'm sorry, but if you want otherworldly time-bending powers you need to go to my dad for that.
"Use your stand"
Fine, you want soapy smelling skin threads? Take them!
"Stone Free!"
Nothing happened.
... She tried to move, and realized something.
There's no way to use her stand if she has no flesh to work with!
She looked around for the source of the voice.
I told you, Impossible.
A light shone from somewhere, It looks like.. from above?
She looks down at herself.
She's a ghost.
"Great, so now what do you want? Ghost strings?"
No reply.
... She sighs.
"Fine, I'll try something."
She focuses her energy into her hands, closing her eyes to concentrate.
She feels something, It's stringy, long and looping. Satisfied, she opens her eyes to find not her familiar, soapy smelling stand, but something that looks like a miniature solar system.
"Ok, Cool. But what exactly am I supposed to do with this?"
A long, thin, bug-like hand reaches out from in front of her, and twirls the solar system around.
She felt dizzy, and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was in space. In front of the Earth, and the moon was behind her.
The hand was gone, and the voice reappeared.
"Go down there, find allies that can help the you in the future."
She opened her eyes, she was alive again. And on earth to boot
...? She was in an alleyway, in what looked to be a city? New York? She was wearing a trenchcoat over a loose T-Shirt and pants.
In the trench coat pocket was some cash, A stick of gum, and a newspaper clipping from today's paper.
Let's see... the year is...
Huh?! 1938?!