Giorno awoke to a pitch black bedroom. His wide blue eyes scanned the room and saw that the chair beside his bed was empty. Upon sitting up he began listening intently searching for a sign that he was not alone. Sadly, the child found that he indeed was.

With the realization in mind Giorno felt fear worm its way out of his heart seeping into his chest. It reached his throat tightening it to where he could no longer call out. By instinct he hunkered down under the bed covers intent on shutting out the world like he used to back in Japan. He remained still, controlling his trembling until he thought he heard movement in the room.

Cautiously, he peeked out to see a figure moving in the shadows towards the heavy curtains that blocked out the sunlight during the day. Giorno watched in silent awe at them being parted to where a sliver of moonlight leaked into the room. Standing inside the light was a faint but familiar figure that caused a smile to break out on his face.

"Jojo!" He squeaked feeling a rush of relief that he was not alone anymore. The child sat up on the bed the covers easily falling away. Jojo himself could be seen smiling as he drifted over to the chair where Giorno's father usually sat.

"Your padre will be back soon don't worry. Go to sleep," Jojo reassured in his wispy voice. Giorno nodded and crawled back under the bed covers snuggling up to his pillow. As his mind began to drift off he felt the faint sensation of a hand stroking his black hair.