The gemstone shards were nowhere to be found. Chrys and Blues mysteriously had been put back together despite the fact that their lower torsos had been shattered.

The two currently were conversing with a young woman with blonde hair.

"Suzi Q! Aren't you supposed to be working?" Chrys was confused.

"Nope! I'm on break so I came to say hi!"

"You could have spared us the inconvenience," This statement by Blues got them an elbow to the chest.

"Chrys! You could have broken me!"

"Well, apologize to Suzi or I will break you,"

"There's no need to fight about it!"

"Anyways, we're so glad to see you Suzi. Thanks for fixing us and the vase,"

"No problem!"

Jojo jumped in front of a taxi. Its driver was upset.

"Why don't you look where you're going, dolt? Go find a dog to lick your butt clean! Now get out of the way you-"

Jojo walked over and grabbed the offending driver by the shirt collar.

"Hello! What was that? Slow down!" He tightened his grip. "Say that again so I can understand your gibberish! I might have to smack you!"

The driver gasped in fear.

"Jojo. What are you doing?" a woman's voice said.

Jojo flinched.

"Granny Erina!"

"What are you doing to that man?"

"Well, uh, you see…" Jojo was at a loss for words, but he quickly spotted his escape. Since the driver was driving a taxi, he knew what to say. "Taxi! I was just grabbing a taxi!" Jojo opened the door for Erina.

"Oh, Jojo, you're so thoughtful. Climb in, Smokey,"

The Joestar family, just a grandmother, and grandson. Smokey thought. Over time, Smokey would hear bits of their past.

"Granny, Speedwagon called us all the way to New York, right? And now he's off on a trip? He's unbelievable,"

"I'm sure his oil business has him tied up,"

"Huh? Hmm…Hey Granny, was Speedwagon really Grandpa's best friend? That's all? Really?"

"What are you implying?"

"Well, he's single, right? And you're a widow. I just wondered if that was the extent of your relationship,"

Erina glared. "You scoundrel!" She hit Jojo with her umbrella repeatedly.

"Sorry! Ow! I was wrong! Forgive me! I know Speedwagon is just loyal!"

The Joestars were short-lived. Erina lost her husband to an accident at sea. The son she was pregnant with and a girl who survived the wreck married. They became Jojo's parents, but were claimed by war and disease.

Erina was extraordinarily gentle to punks like me and anyone else. Smokey thought, happily watching the two Joestars interact. Maybe it was because she was lonely. Jojo was the same. Their kindness got him into trouble. As Smokey later said, "It was for my sake"

"Hey, waiter! Waiter!" A beefy man with a mustache and beard rudely called to a waiter.

"Yes?"

"You let that stinking animal in here? Huh?" The man grimaced at Smokey. "His odor is ruining my appetite! You shouldn't let that kind in!"

Smokey looked downcast, but he looked as if he was used to this talk.

The waiter moved. "Sir, as long as the bill is paid, we are happy to serve anyone,"

"What? You mean you'll let beasts like that eat beasts in here?"

At this point, Smokey looked utterly defeated. Jojo noticed, but before he could do anything, Smokey spoke up.

"I'll just be on my way,"

Jojo reached out a hand to stop Smokey from leaving. He was angry that Smokey was treated this way.

"Jojo!" Erina joined in.

"Granny, you aren't going to stop me, are you?"

"No. People can have their own opinions, but he insulted a friend in public. Take him down, but mind the other customers!"

"I was hoping you'd say that,"

The rude racist laughed and stood up. "Looking for a scrap, boy?" He reached into his jacket pocket when Jojo interrupted him.

"If you're looking for your brass knuckles, they're not in your coat pocket! Check your back pocket!"

Everyone around Jojo collectively gasped.

The foolish racist hurriedly searched his back pocket. "No way!" Lo and behold, his brass knuckles were there.

Jojo pointed at the unlucky idiot. "Next you'll say, 'How did you know that, bastard?'"

"How did you know that, bastard?" The rude man gasped again. Jojo had correctly predicted his words.

Jojo smiled as he began to explain. "By the abrasions on your right hand, I know you fight using brass knuckles. Plus, the blood on your shirt isn't yours. You just came from a fight!"

The man was shocked.

Jojo continued. "Since the blood is on your shirt, I knew you took your coat off to fight! So when you removed your brass knuckles, you had to put them in your back pocket!"

The man scowled and slid his brass knuckles on his fingers.

"Now you'll say, 'So what, you little punk?'"

"So what, you little punk?" At this point, the rude man was too angry to be surprised. He quickly punched in Jojo's direction and blood sprayed everywhere.

"Ha, gotcha!" The man punched rapidly, while the other customers stared.

"You like that? Don't get uppity with me!" The man gloated.

Jojo looked him dead in the eyes. "I'm afraid you missed."

Instead of Jojo, the man was punching a coat rack that Jojo had picked up.

"What are you punching? It wasn't me you were pummeling so happily,"

The man screamed in pain as it was revealed that the coat rack's sharp points had impaled his hands.

"I can predict anything your simple brain can come up with. Don't you get that, moron?" Jojo was annoyed at the man writhing on the ground.

The other customers clapped. Smokey was overjoyed.

Suddenly, another customer stood up. Jojo quickly turned to give this one a beating as well.

The purple-haired man opened his mouth. "Please forgive my underling, madam. You're Erina Joestar, aren't you? I do a lot of business with Mr. Speedwagon. He told me all about you in London a while back. I'm glad to meet you," He then moved closer, extending his hand for a shake.

Jojo was still suspicious.

"I heard something through the grapevine that hasn't appeared in the papers yet," The purple-haired man stopped.

"Mr. Speedwagon was killed,"

Erina and Jojo were shocked.

"Are you serious?" Jojo couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Rumour has it his killer was a Tibetan monk,"

"A monk? Straizo?"

"The bodies of Speedwagon and his team washed up along a river in Mexico. No one knows why they were killed or where the monk went,"

Jojo tensed, while Erina clasped her hands. Upon inspection, one would find her hands to be shaking.

"I think I might know. It has to do with something Speedwagon said long ago. It must involve the stone mask and Dio," said Erina.

"Jojo, that guy's a mafioso!" Smokey was sweating. "Don't trust him! It might be a scheme!"

The mafia man pulled out a cigarette. "Believe what you want," He began searching for his lighter.

"Try your breast pocket if you want your lighter,"

The mafioso sucked in a breath as Jojo grabbed him by the collar.

"Smokey, I appreciate the warning, but I believe what he says. These guys are only after money. Information like this is valuable to the Mob, so I believe it. But!"

Jojo's fist clenched, and he punched the purple-haired mafioso in the stomach.

"Even if it's true, you can't just say something like that to Granny Erina! Do you see how you've upset her? You're thoughtless!" Jojo then shoved the mafioso into a table.

"Events from 50 years ago are coming back to haunt us,"

"Don't be scared, Granny. I'm here for you,"

"No, Joseph! I'm scared for you! I don't want you to get wrapped up in this,"

Jojo hugged his grandmother. "I'll be fine," His expression darkened. "If it's my fate, I accept it,"

I don't understand what's going on, but these two must have an unimaginable history. Smokey thought.