The two followed him down the halls. There were many twists and turns in this prison; it seemed like a guard could pop up at any minute. But they didn't run into a single person the whole while. This kid must know this place like the back of his hand.

However, as they went down a flight of stairs, the boy suddenly disappeared. Josuke looked underneath the stairs to see if he had jumped down while Jolyne searched the walls to see if he had some hidden door. Suddenly, his hand popped from the wall corner and grabbed Jolyne.

"Wha-?" she gasped. She could see the hand clearly but she was baffled as to where the rest of the body was hidden. When she looked closer however, she was able to make out a strange image. It looked like the hand was coming out of the distorted image of some kind of room, yet the image was flattened to the shape of a picture. All of sudden, a great force propelled Jolyne forward and off her feet. She fell face first into the strange room.

As she got up, she examined her surroundings. It was surprisingly classy, like the lobby of an upscale hotel. There was a black grand piano that glistened with the beautiful lighting. A computer laid on top of the table with some magazines and a carton of orange juice. The walls were covered with posters of famous movies, some of which Jolyne recognized but didn't have time to think about. There were shelves and shelves of books, as if there was actually someone was crazy enough to start a personal library inside a prison. She heard a loud thump behind her and realized that Josuke must now be inside the strange room too.

There were two people next to the grand piano. The first was a colossal, dark-skinned man with an intimidating atmosphere around him. The air around him seemed thick and heavy, the same sensation one would feel if they walked out during a thunderstorm. His white, cloud-like afro had two horns sticking out like some kind of devil. Yet, there was something strangely melancholy about him, like a child lost in a new environment.

The second was a petite woman with spiky pink hair. Her fishnet shirt and stockings made her look more suited for a rave rather than a prison but then with bribes certain privileges were allowed. There was something very strange about her. For some reason, she couldn't keep her eyes off Jolyne and it was starting to annoy her.

"Don't mind them. They don't say much," said the boy. The woman with the pink hair still wouldn't stop staring.

"Wh-what is this place?" Josuke asked, overcoming the initial shock. There were a million questions Jolyne wanted to ask the boy as well, but they had more urgent matters to attend to.

"We don't have time. We're got to get to my cell and get that amulet now!"

"There's a shortcut through here," said the boy as he pointed to a corner of the bookshelf. Jolyne walked over and leaned her head close to the shortcut. Suddenly she could see it. It was a flat, distorted picture, just like the one she saw when she came inside, only this one was a picture of the female quarters.

"So we've just got to exit through here, right?" said Josuke, having already guessed the secret.

"Wait!" exclaimed Jolyne as she scoured the picture for her room. "I have an idea."

She unraveled her hand and shot the strings forward. The strings were invisible to everyone except Guess, who quivered in fear. Although it was faint, Jolyne could still retain her sense of touch through her strings. She could felt the bars, the floor, the table until she finally found the bed. Under her pillow, the amulet was just big enough for her strings to wrap around and drag it. She quickly pulled the amulet across the floor and back to the mysterious room.

Josuke smiled and gave her a thumbs up as the boy sighed. Josuke turned to him.

"Hey, little guy," Josuke said, pulling a sheet of paper from his breast pocket. "Do you know how to get to this hallway?"

The boy looked at the paper map and gave Josuke a few quick shortcuts with his finger but he was trembling.

"That's too far for me to go," the boy said. Josuke nodded. This kid had already saved their lives once today. Asking him to take them all the way down and endanger his life again was insane.

"How far can you take us?"

The boy thought for a minute and he pointed to a location on the map. Josuke smiled.

"That's perfect," he said. The boy smiled back, displaying a flicker of confidence.

"Once we get there, how are we supposed to escape?" asked Jolyne.

"That I've got covered," said Josuke, proudly thrusting his thumb to his chest. "The Speedwagon Foundation lent us a submarine built for two that's hiding in the water nearby. There's a window near there facing the ocean. The water security is low so if we leave now, we've got a pretty good shot of getting out here."

"When did you learn how to drive a submarine?" she asked, skeptical that a Japanese police officer had underwater training.

"It's easier than you think," he said frankly.

The boy, after looking out the initial entrance, indicated that coast was clear and the two followed suit. For a good fifteen minutes, the three managed to avoid the guards and cameras but the further they went in, the more obvious it was that they were nearing a populated area of the prison.

"This is as far as I can take you. Good luck big sis. Big bro."

"Good luck to you to, kid," nodded Josuke.

"Thank you for everything," whispered Jolyne.

The boy gingerly walked away as the two continued forward. They did not see him turn back for a split-second, afraid to leave them alone; there was still something in this prison that was lurking in the shadows. But ultimately the boy was too afraid to pursue.

Jolyne grasped the amulet tightly in her hand. With every breath, every movement, she had to be sure that no one could hear her. In an attempt to cover their tracks, Josuke was fixing all the broken locks to their original form and Jolyne had to keep watch. Suddenly she heard a *clank* from across the room. Her muscles tensed as she prepared to attacked. It was only a fan. She sighed.

"I don't think there are any cameras here. The window should be after this corner. If we can get through it, we'll be close to the shore."

As she said this, Jolyne turned around too quickly. There was a small set of stairs beneath her and she lost her footing. Luckily, Josuke was able to catch her with his stand before she hit the floor.

"Are you crazy? Don't run around blindly!"

"Josuke..." she hesitated. It's true her fall would have made a huge sound and that helping her was a tactical advantage. But she knew that wasn't why Josuke helped her. He loved her. She thought back to her father and wondered how he would have acted if he was here instead of Josuke. He probably would have let her fall...

"Thanks. I don't think I say that often enough."

"S-Sure," he said, scratching the back of his head. "No problem."

There was silence as Jolyne mulled over the nature of the enemy stands.

"Josuke. Call me crazy but I think there are two stands at work here."

"Yeah. Jongalli A's and some sticky acid one..." he paused. Jolyne leaned in to hear the rest of his sentence when suddenly he pushed her down to the floor.

"Hey!"

"Jolyne, get down! Someone's following us."

Gentle footsteps tapped against the ground and echoed in the hall. The noise was steadily getting louder and as she peered her eyes over the steps, Jolyne could recognize the figure of a guard.

"Nothing this way," the guard said causally to another unseen person. Sweat trickled down her face as the guard walked up to the lock.

"You sure?"

The other guard rattled his gun against the lock, proving that it was still sturdy.

"Yeah, the lock looks secure." Jolyne sighed, relieved to know that the enemy hadn't figured out the secret to Josuke's stand. The guards continued their inspection and gradually, the sound of footsteps faded away.

"Let's keep going" Josuke whispered. Jolyne nodded and, not willing to take further chances, the two began to crawl on the floor below eye level.

There was something very sticky on the floor but Jolyne tried to ignore it. It's not like prisions were famous for their clean buildings. But this ooze felt familiar...

Suddenly, she felt something drip on her shoulder. She looked up. Repressing a scream, she saw a white snake monster hang from the ceiling, dripping the clear ooze. She immediately shot string from her fingertips but the creature was too quick and phased through the wall.

"He's there!" she yelled, jumping to her feet. Unfortunately, the snake stand was waiting for her and lunged it hand out to her head. Jolyne barely managed to dodge giving Josuke's stand a chance to crush the snake's hand. The snake stand recoiled in agony and pulled back inside the wall.

In an attempt to stop the snake, Josuke broke a chunk of the wall off. Suddenly voices echoed through the hall. The guards had turned back.

Jolyne and Josuke began to make a break for it as one guards struggled to unlock the bars. They were open. The two guards had spotted them and started closing in on them. One even starting talking on the radio calling for backup. All of a sudden, someone fired a gun. Jolyne turned back to find that one guard dead on the floor.

What the-?

The other guard confidently walked through the door and at his side was a familiar paper-like UFO.

Josuke, panting for air, asked, "That stand from the dream is real?"

"Be careful, the snake stand is still here too. It has to be the real mastermind." She put her back up against Josuke's to cover each other and summoned their stands.

The UFO stand flew ahead of the guard, trying to follow their air patterns and catch them. It fired multiple shots but Jolyne and Josuke managed to block its attacks. The stand wasn't nearly as powerful as the illusion had made them believe. They even managed to move closer toward their destination.

Suddenly, the White Snake jumped from the walls. In a sudden swipe, it aimed for Josuke. Thinking fast, Jolyne used the strings in her fingers to pull Josuke back and out of range from the snake. However, this left her open and the UFO stand took advantage. It fired several bullets at her. She tried to summon some strings to make a bullet proof vest again but it was too late. The bullets hit.

"Uncle!"

Josuke staggered against the wall, blood trickling down his shoulder and chest. Jolyne wasn't able to block herself in time but Crazy Diamond could. It managed to punch the UFO stand back, knocking it against a wall. Dazed and uncoordinated, it struggled to get back up. But the bullets went in and now all he could feel was the searing heat of the wounds.

"Uncle!" He heard her shout again. As he struggled to keep his eyes open, he could see that White Snake had disappeared. It probably escaped. Good.

"Don't worry about this," he moaned as she leaned him against her shoulder. "You've got to get out. The hallway is not too far from here."

"Can't you heal yourself?" she asked, trying her best to walk without moving his body too much.

"No. There are limits to what my stand can do." Limits. Every stand has limits. No one was immune. He eyed the dead guard. At the rate he was losing blood, he was going to pass out, probably die. "Go Jolyne. You have to g-"

"Like hell I will!" she yelled, interrupting him. "The window is right there. I'm not leaving you behind!"

Suddenly, she heard footsteps and a familiar buzz. A cold sweat trickled down her neck as she place Josuke behind a wall. That UFO stand had regained its composure and this time his stand user was with it too.

"Well, look who I found," Jongalli A smirked as he pointed his gun. "Kujo's daughter. You and your friend put up quite a fight against my Manhattan Transfer but now you're all alone."

Jolyne lowered her head. The man had ever right to be confident; there was no way she could dodge if the gun and bullets flew straight.

He fired his gun.

And missed. He fired again, twice to make sure the hit was clean. Both bullets missed. Kujo took a step forward.

What the hell!? He ran his fingers over his gun. Everything seemed normal- wait. There was something in the muzzle.

She glared at him, too pissed to even smirk at her brilliant plan.

"These... these strings! When did they get into the muzzle?" He ripped them off and raised the barrel at her.

"Go to hell!" He pulled the trigger but to his shock the bullet missed again. Now he was starting to panic. What was she doing? Guiding the bullets with her string. He tried to take a step back but something was tying him down. Those strings! The bitch took advantage of the fact that I can't see and she's been moving me!

"Damn you-!"

"Shut the hell up!" she yelled, the strings around his legs tightening. "If you don't wanna die, you'll back off!"

Jongalli A's courage was starting to wane.

"I...I understand. I'll drop the gun." He bent over. She thinks I'm powerless just because I'm blind; she forgot that Manhattan Transfer can tell me directions.

Suddenly Jolyne's stand punched him the face.

"Who told you to drop the gun? I'm just thinking about what angle I should hit you from and I've decided that you need to turn a little bit more to the left." She pulled the strings around his feet and turned him around. Twenty? Thirty? No, it had to be more. Jolyne's speed was incredible. The hits were almost invisible, but blood was flying.

Josuke smiled. She's a natural. Even her yells sound familiar. His eyes turned back to the dead guard. He isn't too far from here. Maybe I can-

In a flurry of rapid-fire punches, Jolyne pummeling Jongalli A into bloody submission. Her breathing was ragged, but she was proud. He wasn't dead, but there was no way in hell he was going to hunt them down now. With the Snake gone too, nothing was going to stand in her way of escape. She turned back to find her uncle but he was gone, a trail of blood smeared on the floor.

Panic began to overwhelm her senses.

"Uncle!" She ran down the trail. There he was, lying motionless near the guard Jongalli A had killed earlier. She shook his body and kept calling his name but to no avail; he would not wake up.

Oh no! He's losing too much blood. Even if I drag him all the way to the submarine, will he even survive the whole trip? What do I-

Suddenly, Jolyne had an idea. She grabbed Josuke and shifted his body weight so that she could support him. The guards surely would have heard the gunfire but they probably have to search this whole area and that boy's secret room wasn't too far from here. If she could just get him in a safe place...

She looked down at the dead man near Josuke and was shocked to see that he looked exactly like her uncle. The nose, the eyes, the mouth- everything on that man's face looked exactly the same. Josuke must have changed this guard's face on purpose. Just what the hell was he trying to do? Was he-?

Jolyne summoned Stone Free and started ripping the guard's clothes apart until she found his security pass and his wallet. She hid the items away in Josuke's jacket and carried his limp body away from the hall.

The boy was hiding away in his secret room, reading a book. His companions had already left for the day so he was a little surprised when he heard noise coming near his entrance. Maybe Weather Report left something in the room from earlier. But the visitor was not someone he expected to see at all.

"Big sis!" Her uniform was heavily covered in the blood that leaked out her companion. "What are you doing here? Why didn't you two escape?"

"Kid! I'm sorry! But I can't leave with him like this! He'll die if he doesn't get medical attention now!"

"Okay," the boy said weakly. He surveyed the room for any clean, flat surface.

"Here! Put his head here. I have some medical supplies but there's got to be a way to stop the bleeding."

The boy rushed to the shelf while Jolyne grabbed some disheveled t-shirts on the floor and pressed them against Josuke's wound. The boy was shaking. He had never seen so much blood up close and the idea of forcing a needle into someone's skin made him ill.

"Hey. I'll do it," she said boldly. He was a little hesitant but Jolyne gave him a reassuring smile. In order to cover her gang activities, Jolyne learned how to stitch people up. She had even done it on herself once, when she got into a motorcycle accident. It was either that or have her mom find out.

Jolyne followed as many safety procedures as she could and quickly stitched Josuke up. The boy acted as errand boy, bringing her the stuff she needed and applyinh pressure to the places she instructed. Eventually, it was over. It was a rough job, but it looked like Josuke was going to survive.

Exhausted, Jolyne slumped into a chair. She just wanted to spend the rest of the day in this chair but the boy shook her.

"Go back to your cell, big sis," the boy said, pointing to a closet next to the bookshelf. It was filled with orange prison uniforms. "There were other prisoners with visitors today. If you head back to your cell, the guards will have a hard time pinning the escape on you"

She nodded. Once the guards realized that no one had managed to escape, they were going to interrogate all the prisoners who had visitors today. If she could just keep her cool, the guards might not suspect that she was the person who had tried to escape

Hopefully, that guard Josuke punched out won't not remember all the details of who was in that room.

Besides, she needed a new uniform; the blood and sweat were beginning to dry.

She took a uniform that matched her size and began undressing. The little boy, respectfully focused on the visitor's injuries more than on Jolyne, which she found kind of cute. But there were still a few things she needed to sort out.

"Before I go, tell me who you. Tell me everything you know."

Back in the war-torn corridor, Jongali A struggled to keep awake for further orders. His breathing was heavy; that woman managed to break about 5 or 6 ribs. Blood dripped down his mouth and onto his pants. It almost ruined the victory of killing Kujo's ally. He could hear a few rustles in the distance and a familiar white figure approached him.

"It-It wasn't him," he said, spitting the blood out his mouth. "That man with Kujo-"

"I know," replied White Snake, ever composed. "It seems that Jotaro decided to have someone else rescue his daughter. A man with powers we've never seen."

"I shot him though," Jongali A said, a proud warrior displaying his victory. "He's dead"

"Yes." White Snake looked down at the dead man. His hair was disheveled, his clothes torn to shreds, yet the face was clearly Kujo's visitor. "Now Jotaro has to come here himself. You've done well Jongali A."

"Hey...can you.. take me back now? I was too over confident..." White Snake said nothing. He didn't move. He just continued to stare at Jongali A.

Jongali A began to panic and reached for his rifle only to realize that it had vanished from his hands.

"Hey where did my gun go?"

*Bang*

Mercilessly, White Snake fired the gun. The hall was now covered in the remains of Jongali A brain.

"I don't need your help to get Jotaro, Jongali A. I have others to help me. But you're the only one who knows my identity. The dead man... take the blame for this will you?"

Then he disappeared as quickly as had arrived.