"Here"

D'arby handed Jojo the controller as he sat down; his hands slightly shaking. Pet Shop refused to sit anywhere other than on Jojo's shoulder, watching D'arby.

"So how does this work?" Jojo examined the controller. The round curves the strange click of the buttons. The weird worm that connected to the console.

"That is a controller. You use it to control the game on the screen."

"You can control what happens on that device? Why would you want to control what happens?"

"Just watch."

D'arby booted up a game and stared at the screen. He never looked down, nor needed to, at his controller as he pushed and fiddled with the buttons. L, R, L, R. Jojo watched his hands in awe. Looking between the perfect button presses and the figure moving on the screen.

"You try."

Jojo looked down at his own controller. He pressed the up button. The character jumped up.

"I did that?"

"Who else? how do you not know what this stuff is?"

"We didn't have this kind of thing back when I was...alive."

D'arby scoffed. "It doesn't matter. just play." He began to violently mash the buttons. And beat Jojo is seconds.

"I'm sorry I don't think this is for me."

"Well then. If you've given up so easily, you need to tell me something I don't know about Lord Dio. As promised. Will you?"

Jojo looked from the screen to the controller. To D'arby. Pet shop was glaring at D'arby as he waited.

"What sort of thing did you want to know?"

"I remind you of him. So, you must have spent time with him no? Or at least been friends? Related? How do you know him?" D'arby crawled closer to Jojo. Never breaking his gaze.

Pet Shop was ready to strike. But Jojo stroked him and kept his nerve. "We grew up together. Like I said we are brothers. Not by blood but-"

The door creaked open.

"Take his soul, and I'll take yours."

Dio stood in the doorway. Only the light from the hall and the glowing tv illuminated the room.

"My lord, I was just inquiring about your relationship with this...man." D'arby backed away. Never breaking his gaze from his master.

"You have no need to know anymore. Come Jojo. D'arby has other matters to attend to."

Jojo got up and looked back at D'arby. "Thanks anyway. It was nice to meet you." his meek voice trembled as he followed Dio out the door. Pet Shop scoffed and turned to the door. Not a second thought. Not a second glance, as D'arby was left alone in the dark. With only his tv and games.

"Dio-"

"Jojo, I believe we should talk to Ice together. No matter how hard you try to explain he won't believe only you."

"Dio-"

"Better yet, Pucci is making a surprise as a parting gift. He'll be leaving for America soon."

"Dio, can I tell you something?"

"What is it?"

A sudden silence.

"My pinkie finger is missing."

Dio's eyes widened as he grabbed both of Jojo's hands to inspect. And indeed, Jojo's left pinkie finger was missing.

"You're falling apart." A stutter of utter disbelief as anger and confusion bubbled inside him.

"It must have dropped off while I was with D'arby."

A deep breath. "No matter I shall get you a new one. It seems my work was less than admirable." a sudden grab as Dio forced his hand around Jojo's.

"We have much to do."

"You don't need to pull so hard."

Dio dragged Jojo by the hand through the moon-lit corridors. Mind-set. A simple journey to that room.

Pet shop could see where this was going and left. Silently.

The door creaked open. A draft breezing past their legs.

"Why did you drag me here? Weren't we going to talk to Ice?"

But Dio walked into the stony dark confines without a word.

"Don't you want some light?"

Jojo looked around for a candle, but The World pulled the light switch cord. They looked at each other then at Dio, fumbling among boxes and papers.

He stopped. Reading.

"Dio?"

"I think I know why you are falling apart" Dio turned to them and pushed the crumpled paper onto Jojo's chest.

"My plans where not thought out thoroughly enough it seems. If I had just-"

"I don't understand. What's wrong? Why-"

Dio pointed to the diagram on the page, making sure Jojo could see. "There!"

Jojo looked down at where Dio was pointing. On the page was a diagram of Jojo's body and insides. Various notes on the sides explaining how everything worked among other various methods on how the deed would be done.

"Your heart."

"My heart?"

"It must have something to do with it. That's also the reason-"

Dio, lost in a trance of though caressed Jojo's chest and continued to look from the page and back at his chest. "Yes."

"Dio, could you explain? You're scaring me."

"I infused a part of my stand power into it to make sure it would last. I also used the stand arrow for good measure. Maybe that's why you can see stands. But don't have one of your own-"

"Maybe we share the same stand? -" But Jojos' words where drowned in Dio's mumblings.

"- and you're falling apart because that power is failing. No, no how could the stand arrow fail? Loose its power? Ridiculous."

"Dio!" Jojo held Dio still. They stared at each other.

"Jojo."

"Why don't we go talk to Ice? We can fix this later."

"But if we leave it, your arm could fall off or worse-"

"It'll be ok. My arm isn't going to come off. And we can replace parts can't we?" Jojo's words becoming more unsure of themselves.

"Yes, I can get you a new pinkie finger. We'll have to ask Pucci where he put the other body parts. And wrap up your seams to stop any more accidents."

Dio once again dragged Jojo with him. The world worriedly stared at the diagram. A subtle mumble as he hovered after them.