Two months since the events of Homecoming, and all the events of the school have been cancelled. No football, no dances, no nothing. But that is not because of the disappearance of Roman Stratus. It is because of what happened to the bathroom. Nobody knows the two were connected, other than the stand users.

At a meeting after Homecoming night in Jonas's van, Jonas told them all what happened.

"Roman ambushed Jordan. Roman wasn't able to be de-cubed the way our enemies normally are. So, even after Jordan won, Roman kept attacking. In the fight, Roman's neck broke, and he died."

The one most devastated was Goth, of course. Her brother was responsible for terrible things, and was very much one of the worst people she knew, but she still remembered a time before that. She didn't want to talk to Jordan for a while, and as a byproduct, Melvin and Jordan began to hang out less than normal. Not that Goth was trying to keep them away from each other, but because Jordan's guilt interfered with it too much.

Jonas, with Jordan's permission, got rid of Roman's body. Jordan doesn't know how, but the situation is now just a disappearance. Roman had barely been showing up to class or interacting with his peers for almost a month before the official disappearance, so it seemed like a natural progression to some.

Still, Goth knew what happened as her family searched the town for answers, and never found any.

They debated erasing May's memory of the small stand fight she saw, but Jordan vetoed it. It seemed manipulative to him. May told him she didn't really care about what happened, and that she wanted to know if Jordan was ok. He stopped talking to her shortly after.

The Arrow was put in a drawer in the house Jonas had been staying at. He didn't want to leave until he was sure the root of the problem at Riverford was eliminated. But with Roman dead, there weren't any leads to go off.

Jordan had fun alone the way he did when he was younger: playing arcade games alone. He used his allowance to play Super Ultra Death Fighters 3 and fight the AI. At this point, he had mastered the game, and was trying to beat his record of how fast he could defeat the enemy AI at the hardest difficulty.

Once again, he easily defeated his enemy in 45 seconds. He had a hard time doing better. He began to get frustrated, trying again and again, spending more of his money. As he landed the last hit at 47 seconds, a voice interrupted him, "You're really just gonna play alone?"

May. Jordan sighed, frustrated that she kept trying to talk. Jordan groaned, "Yeah, I am."

Still, May walked closer, "You don't have to." She stood at the other side of the game, but Jordan refused to make eye contact.

Jordan wanted to say a lot, but knew he couldn't. He whispered, mostly to himself, "Oh, what you probably think I am."

May leaned closer, "Listen, whatever happened there, I understand."

Jordan shook his head.

"Roman wanted to kill you," She whispered, "So, you…" She paused, "You did what you had to do."

Jordan snapped his head to look at her, his teeth grinding together in frustration, "You think I'm a murderer?"

"No," She said, "I think you did what you had to do. Roman was a-"

"Roman was a normal kid!" Jordan found his voice rising, immediately looking down and quieting himself, "Roman was...If I…"

May looked at him, but his response let her know she was right. She whispered sharply, "I am the only one who knows. The only one. I know you don't want to talk, so I won't make you. But I think someday, you'll need to. That's all I'm going to say about it to you, and everyone else."

Jordan kept waiting for her to add something else, but she never did. She stood there, waiting. But she did ask a question.

"Do you want me to play Death Fighters with you or not? You seem bored fighting AI."

Jordan nodded, "I'd like that."

Jordan did need to talk about it, but he couldn't talk about it to her.

"Thanks for coming, Jojo," Jonas said. He was staying at a fellow Speedwagon Foundation employee's house. It was nice, and had everything Jonas needed to get by, which included a coffee maker and a large, round table, on which Jonas sat across from Jordan.

Jonas slid over some coffee, "I find coffee helps with emotional talks. Well, so does alcohol, but you're underage, and I don't partake, so coffee it is."

Jordan looked down at the incredibly creamy coffee, "Well...It's just that...this situation is kinda fucked-messed up." Jonas nodded and Jordan continued, "I just...I killed Roman. I don't know how to feel about that."

Jonas nodded, "I think you did what you had to do. But I understand it's hard when you kill someone."

Jordan paused. He knew Jonas had experience with stand battles, but he didn't know how much. Tentatively, he asked Jonas, "Have you...killed someone before?"

Jonas paused, "A few." He took a sip of the coffee, "Jordan...here's the thing. Stand users are drawn together by fate. And often, it's not in a good way."

Jordan sighed, "Yeah."

Jonas took a deep breath before explaining. He took another sip and rubbed his back. He never had to explain it to someone so young. "I...fought against the mafia. Not people controlled by a mysterious stand user. I was directed to find out how the Russian mafia was creating stand users. So I fought mafia members. Those guys, I can't punch in the head and make them my friends."

Jordan nodded, "So you killed a lot of them."

"Yes," Jonas admitted, "But I spared more than I killed. A lot of them knew when to go down and admit defeat." He gulped, "Others….couldn't learn. And if I didn't take them out…." He sipped his coffee, "I would be dead."

Jordan grinded his teeth, trying to keep his stress from spreading across his body. "But Roman wasn't in the mafia. If not for 99 Problems, he would be a normal kid. And I didn't find a way to free him."

Jonas nodded, "Yes. It's his fault, not yours."

"What?" Jordan stammered, "But Roman-"

"Not Roman. 99 Problems. His fault. He's the guy that needs to be punished."

Jordan took a deep breath and calmed down, "I know. It's just...my girlfriend thinks I killed him with, like...my bare hands. I just wish she could understand the whole situation." He slouched back.

Jonas raised an eyebrow, "Why don't you just tell her about stands?"

"Won't she think I'm crazy?"

Jonas shrugged, "She was not only teleported, but saw Roman go flying. Plus, it's not exactly hard to prove stands are real." He let go of the coffee cup, allowing Rocket Man to hold the cup, "To normal people, this cup would be floating. How else could they explain that?"

Jordan stammered, "But then won't she think she's crazy?"

"Jojo, Jojo, Jojo…" He leaned forward to him, "You are in a whole town of people with stands, and you have at least six stand users you can just call anytime you want. There's only so much confirmation you can have before you don't think you're crazy anymore."

About a day later, May and Jordan were playing a racing game at the arcade. The two games weren't connected, so they couldn't race each other, but they were competing to see who could get in a better place. They were on their fourth race, and May ahd come in first yet again while Jordan came in fourth.

"Damn it," Jordan sighed.

"Hey, don't feel bad," May smiled, "You're getting better. You might get to third place next time."

"Maybe," He said. He reached into his pocket to get more quarters, but when he pulled out his hand, he held nothing but air.

"Do you want to borrow some of mine?" May offered.

"No," Jordan sighed, "Actually, I want to...talk about something. It's about the thing."

May's eyes widened, but she retained her composure, "Oh. Do you want to talk about it here?"

"There is nobody here," Jordan said, "It's just us. Besides, I won't mention anything...incriminating, I guess."

May stared at him.

"So...do you remember what happened at the dance?" Jordan asked.

"Yeah…"

"Ok, well, see if you can remember something for me. You gave me your phone because I wanted to call Jonas, right?"

May blinked, "Umm. Yeah."

"And then what happened?"

May thought for a moment, "Roman got a hold of me. Somehow."

"Yeah," Jordan said, "But how?"

May thought once again. "I don't really remember. Do you?"

"Well, yeah," Jordan said, "I actually know exactly how he got you. And in order to show you how, I am going to demonstrate something." Jordan stood up from the fake driving seat, and held up his phone. "In a few seconds, this is going to float in mid-air. Don't freak out when it does."

Jordan let go of the phone, and it floated exactly where he was holding it. Somehow, May was not impressed. "This a magic trick?" She asked, "He got me with...misdirection?"

"No," Jordan said, "It's not a trick. It's really floating. You can give me another object, and I can make that float, too. But not more than two."

"This still sounds like a magic trick."

"It's-" Jordan stammered, "Look at this," the phone moved up and down in the air without Jordan moving his arms.

May rubbed her eyes from under her glasses, "Jordan, is the point of this to tell me that you have psychic powers? Is that really where we're going with this?"

"No," Jordan said, "I'm telling you that the manifestation of my fighting spirit has been given a body in the form of what is called a 'stand' and only other people with a stand can see my stand."

"That sounds convenient."

"It is!" Jordan exclaimed, "It's actually very convenient! Literally anything you want me to do with it to prove to you that it is real, I will do."

May raised an eyebrow, "Anything?"

"Yeah," Jordan asserted.

May reached out her hand toward Jordan, "Have it shake my hand then."

"Done."

The phone dropped into Jordan's hand, and in a few seconds, May felt a pressure on her skin. She looked at her hand, and saw nothing. As she curled her fingers, she felt the distinct presence of a human, or at least human-esque, hand. She stared at it, perplexed, hoping to see something. But it wasn't there.

"Incredible," She said, "So...Roman had one of these?"

Champion let go of May's hand. Jordan replied, "Yep. His stand had the power to teleport things. Most stands have unique powers other than just being a loyal ghost. Stands have names, too."

"What's yours called?" May asked.

"Champion. My friends have stands, too. Melvin's is named Shiny Toys, Donny's is named Skate or Die, Goth's is Careless Whisper, and Jonas's is Rocket Man."

"So how do you get a stand?"

"I was born with it, but most people get stabbed with a magic arrow and get one when they survive."

"Oh…" She nodded, "Can I...have one?"

Jordan blinked, "Uhh...what?"

"Can I have one?"

Jordan broke eye contact, and his eyes darted across the floor, "I don't...I don't really decide that."

"So...you have cool powers...and I just sit here while I watch you have them?"

Jordan rubbed his neck, "It feels kind of mean when you put it like that. But I can't just stab you and hope you live."

May shrugged, "I could stab myse-"

"Don't say that!"

"I'm just saying! I could!"

Jordan scoffed, "Wha-what if you don't survive? You have to have high resolve if you're going to survive the arrow."

"And I don't?"

"I, honest to god, don't even know what resolve means because I never bothered to ask!" He rubbed his head in frustration, "Besides, it's not fun to have one of these. I've almost died, like, six times this year alone because I live in a town with other stand users. There is a stand user with a super-stand that's brainwashing people into trying to kill me, and I had begun to assume everyone trying to get to know me was trying to kill me!"

Jordan got pretty heated, and May began to lean back as his anger got more extreme. When Jordan was done, May said, "It makes so much sense now. That's why you acted the way you did."

May stood up, and wrapped her arms around Jordan in a tight hug, "I'm sorry you had to go through that." When Jordan returned the hug, she continued, "I'm sorry for...assuming having superpowers is fun, I guess."

"I guess it seems more fun if you weren't born with it," Jordan admitted.

Minutes of silence passed before May asked, "So can I have a stand after you beat the brainwashing guy?"