I lounged in what appeared to be a library, not an area I'm familiar with from reading or watching Part 1, but it intrigued me to know that it existed. I had tried to keep my eyes on Dio, I didn't want to have my back to him.

After a while, I ended up giving up, and just dropped myself onto a worn-out chair, Dio's impossible to keep track of, I concluded. That is, until the temperature seemed to drop a good 20 degrees suddenly.

I peered over my shoulder, seeing that asshole lurking nearby, an unsettling look on his face. "Something… Wrong?" Jesus Christ, fuck this guy. If this weird universe traveling thing was caused and decided by someone, they sure know how to pick 'em.

"Tell me, child, where are you from? Your clothing is… Odd." I could say the same about you, buddy, wait did he just call me a child? Dude.

"I'm from Florida-" He had a curious look in his eyes, "It's in the United States. The thing is, though… I'm not from this time." I'm not sure how to explain this at all, mostly because I'm not quite sure of it myself.

"I suppose that explains your filthy accent; but explain." Ouch, my accent isn't filthy, it's just… American. Well… I guess that's not much different, but still! Ouch. I scowled at this, but continued anyways.

"When I say I'm not from this time, I mean that, quite literally. This is year 1888 or 89, yeah? Yeah." I cleared my throat, "I'm from 2016-" Dio's eyes seemed to gain a curious glint. "It's confusing, I'm not quite sure how I'm here myself."

"How about this for a question… How do you know what has happened, and what will supposedly happen, hm?" He arched an eyebrow.

"This is going to sound awful, but, uh…" I scrunched my nose in thought, "This world, it's a world of fiction. A man named Araki, he created this, all of this, all of you." I gestured to him, "Your backstory, personality, your actions, it's all fabricated by him."

"What?"

I hesitated a moment, and quickly continued on, "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, that's where everyone is from. It's a manga, which is basically a book. Where I'm from, it's something I've been able to read in my spare time, you see…"

He looked furious. I guess I would be too if I was told that everything is practically fake. I kept going, despite my better reasoning, "If it means anything to you, this wasn't supposed to happen. Us meeting. You're going against what has been fabricated for you, you're acting on your own, not on some plot Araki has set."

His furious look seemed to lessen, but only slightly, "Show me." He stepped closer to me, the air got colder.

"What?" I didn't know what he was asking from me. Show him what? I tensed at his approaching figure, until he stopped right beside the chair I'm sitting on.

"The book. I want to see it." He seemed to be getting impatient. The book? I don't have that, how the hell am I supposed to have it?

"I don't have it. I ended up here with the clothes on my back and whatever happened to be in my pockets…" I trailed off in thought, "Actually, I have my phone, I have a few pictures, I think." I dug my hand into my pocket, grabbing my phone and pulling it out.

I pressed the button at the top of it, the screen slowly coming to life; from the corner of my eyes I could see Dio watching. When the screen came to life, I tapped the 'Gallery' app on the screen, images popping up. "I have a few screenshots of the show, here. Just, uh, don't break it." I held up the phone to him.

Thankfully I kept things organized, so I had the JJBA based stuff section away from everything else. Dio took the phone from me, a curious look in his eyes. "Swipe your finger on the screen to go through the pictures." I'm surprised he didn't question the phone, since I knew for a fact he had no clue what it is.

For a few minutes of somewhat uncomfortable silence, Dio soon handed the phone back to me, I glanced at the picture he had been on, and choked on my own spit, it was a drawing of him taking a bite out of a pineapple… "Please don't ask." I managed to get out after a wheeze.

"I didn't want to." He seemed exasperated. I turned the phone off, and shoved it into my pocket. "Keeping you around, it is going against this… Araki's plans, correct?" I don't like how this is sounding….

"I would assume so. We were never supposed to meet, so… This is going against like, everything." I dared to glance away from him, peering curiously around the library. "I never knew this library existed, it wasn't even mentioned." Not to my knowledge, at least. I can't remember everything.

"I see." I looked back to Dio, noticing how his arms were crossed, his fingers drumming against his biceps, "Then I suppose we're stuck with each other." An unpleasant smile settled on his pale features, "After all, I can't say I want to blindly follow someone else's own plans."