A/N: Hey everyone, just to tide the wait while i finish working on chapter 2, I've decided i would like to work on small chapters that to me don't necessarily warrant their own fic but still got written up, these are to A) give me a break from the main chapter and B) to let everyone know that work is still being done and to keep them reading to the next chapter.

Not all of these 'Ficlets' 'MiniFics' or whatever you want to call them will be involved with the main story and could be an entirely different category, all of them will involve one of the main categories e.g. JJBA or Harry Potter but may feature a different side category.

This is one of those Extras, Hope you all enjoy and let me know if you would like these to stay in and like last time Review and let us know what you think, Cheers :).

Extra Chapter 1

January 16th, 1989, DIO's Mansion

Polnareff sat inside the destroyed mansion, his legs not willing to move as he stared out over the expanding city of Cairo as what he saw as the souls of his two former friends began to transcend to the afterlife "Av-Avdol… I-Iggy" he spoke out in surprise as they gave him one last look before drifting away. He sat still, his legs in pain as he abandoned the thought of standing up for the time being instead focusing on the more macabre subject of whether he had just seen what he thought he had "D-did that actually happen or was I just hallucinating" he said aloud his face dropping, a look of depression adorning his face.

Taking one final look around he pushed himself off the ground much to the protest of his legs "well there's no time to be sad now I have to get up those stairs and face DIO once and for all" as he began to move towards the staircase he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps entering the room from the archway behind him, putting himself en garde he spun around to face the potential threat.

"Woohee, whatever happened in here sure did a number on the place" a man said as he stepped through the archway, eyes stopping before he grimaces at the sight of the dead Vanilla Ice, he wore a black leather trench coat, a black fedora atop his head with a rather stern look on his face and if Polnareff had to hazard a guess at the accent he would say American.

"Mr. Polnareff?" the man shouted across the room

"What" Polnareff responded just as puzzled as he was cautious 'who is this man, how does he know my name'

"Are you Jean-Pierre Polnareff?"

"Yeh" Polnareff was only a twitch away from bringing out Silver Chariot

"I've got something for you!" the man again shouted as he began to advance towards Polnareff his hand now reaching into his coat

"Silver-" Polnareff had seen enough and wasn't about to be caught off guard by this stranger

"A letter" the man whipped a letter out of his jacket and like that Polnareff was caught off guard

"A-a letter for me?" Polnareff was just going to play along now thoroughly confused by this whole situation "that's impossible, who the hell are you?"

"Western Union, Cairo branch" the man answered passing off the letter to Polnareff "Actually a bunch of us down at the office were kind of hoping maybe you could shed some light on the subject"

"How could I help?" Polnareff muttered honestly stumped by this entire situation, things really couldn't be as simple they were originally meant to be now could they

"See we've had that envelope in our possession for the past seventy years" the man stepped back a bit and began to rummage through a satchel at his side.

Polnareff looked at the man and then slowly back down to the envelope in his hands, as the man resumed talking "It was given to us with the explicit instructions that it be delivered to a man with your description, answering to the name Polnareff, at this exact location at this exact minute January 16th, 1989" the man stepped towards Polnareff a pen and sheet in his hand probably ready to sign "We had a little bet whether this Polnareff would actually be here - looks like I lost" the man laughed to himself

"Did you say 70 years?" Polnareff questioned as he untied the envelope and pulled out the letter

"70 years 2 months and 12 days to be exact, here could you sign on line 6 please, here you are" handing the clipboard and pen over, Polnareff received both before signing on line 6 and looking towards the bottom of the letter which in cursive script read 'Muhammad Avdol November 4th 1918'.

"It's from Avdol" Polnareff exclaimed as he began reading "Dear Polnareff, if my calculations are correct you will receive this letter shortly after you saw me swallowed by that strange stand. First, let me assure you I am alive and well a german man who found me was kind enough to replace my arms like Mr. Joestars hand 'something about the miracle of german science'. I've been living happily these past eight months in the year 1918. The stand transported me…" Polnareff stopped reading for several moments before exclaiming loudly "1918!" before rereading the bottom of the letter "November 1918" he was overwhelmed with joy as he read this, he had seen enough the past few month that made this situation entirely plausible.

"No wait sir, wait a minute, what's this all about?" the tables had turned the Western Union man was far more confused by the following events, while Polnareff seemingly understood it all

"He's alive! Avdol's alive!, He's in World War 1 BUT HIS ALIVE!" Polnareff was jumping with joy nothing could ruin this moment for him

"Tell me sir, are you alright? do you need any help?" the Western Union guy was increasingly getting more disturbed by the events as he factored in the apparent insane man's elated behaviour and the dead body in the room 'maybe this was a bad idea after all'.

"There's only one group who can help me" Polnareff shouted running towards the stairs flashing a smile back at the delivery man 'but first I have to help them to the best of my ability, and the knowledge that at least one extra person survived this journey is all I need' as he ran to face DIO not just for his own benefit but for the benefit of Avdol, the Joestars, Kakyoin, the memory of Iggy and whoever else DIO sought to harm 'it will end tonight' a huge grin on his face.

TO BE CONCLUDED-

Cue: Last Train to the Future

P.S.: under my opinion do not mix the Last Train Home and the BttF theme, it's not pretty

Cya