I don't think there is anything in this chapter worth warning about. But please comment if there are things I should warn for. I became a bit desensitised to some of this stuff whilst writing it.

Also this chapter is a "what if cannon events occurred without Jonathan's interference?"

- = all text contained between these symbols are repeated in the other 2 endings.

*Click*

Silence. The short yet sharp sound echoed through the decay lining the walls; spreading along the carpets and stone floors littered with rubble.

Reaching their ears.

"They're here."

Dio grabbed Jojo's wrist with such force it nearly ripped it off. The stitching reaching its limits as Dio pulled Jojo behind him down the corridors up to his room. A quickening pace. Quickening, as a group of footsteps echoed behind them. Figures standing tall.

"Dio- what are you-" But Jojo was pushed into Dio's room. A glance as he looked down at Jojo.

"I don't want them to destroy my only chance."

Another click. The door was locked.

And Jojo looked up from his sorry state on the floor. Tears forming effortlessly as he sat in confusion and panic. 'What were we running from?'

Noises outside the door. A scuffle of sorts. Jojo tried to force the door open. But to no avail.

He heard whimpers and laughs, cries and rage filled words. Swords clanging, walls cracking.

Then silence.

He sat weeping behind the door. Not knowing what was happening. It all happened so suddenly.

The sun began to rise. Jojo woke to birds singing and a gentle sunlit breeze.

He tried the door again. It opened.

He stood stiffened for a moment in the doorway. Cracks lining the walls. The smell of blood not too far away and silence.

Eerie silence as he explored for answers and "Dio?" but he was nowhere to be found.

Nukesaku was dead. Ice was dead. Anyone still left here had fled during the fight or had died.

Jojo reached the bottom of the stairs. A gaping hole in the wall staring at him. He looked out the hole, feeling the peculiar cut in the wall. An odd circular shape. "What made this? It wasn't here before?"

He looked down. Bustling streets of Cairo a little distance away yet still emanating the faint sound of people talking; cars moving.

The clock no longer chimed. The birds flying by. The sun entranced Jojo. And he realised. A sense of relief yet grief filled his soul.

He reached toward the sun rising over the city.

"Thank you. Jotaro. All of you. I'm sorry you had to bear this burden. I wish there was another way. Maybe next time we can be together, Dio."

A tear rolling down his face as he lowered his arm.

"What are you going to do now?"

Jojo turned to meet the voice. So calm. Disappointed yet calm.

"Dio?"

"What now?"

"What else? I can't live like this." Jojo looked at his hands, his body in the sunlight. An ugly sight to behold. Patches of skin in different colours all sewn together with skewed stitches. "I can't live like this alone."

"Your own family won't take you back?"

"I can't scare them anymore. They've already been through enough."

"But you met Jotaro before?"

"It doesn't matter now. I should be with you. I shouldn't be here anymore."

"Why don't we go home?" Dio slowly faded as he held his hand out to Jojo.

Jojo took it and faded with him. Ghosts of a long-forgotten past. They can finally sleep.

But one more replay wouldn't hurt.