"Emporio...My name is Emporio!" he sobbed, using her sweater to shield himself as the rain relentlessly pummeled the Earth.
"It seems as if you have been through a lot," said Irene. "How about you come with us? We're going to Cape Canaveral. I hate seeing kids like you suffer."
Knowing it was better than being alone, Emporio accepted and got into the back seat of the car with Irene. Somehow, he knew that Jolyne was deep in there somewhere. He had seen the Joestar Birthmark on the nape of her neck when she gave him her sweater. It was much more than just a birthmark, the result of a force even more powerful than Made in Heaven.
As the car accelerated down the road, he almost cried himself to sleep until he heard Irene call out, "Hey, look! A hitchhiker!"
Her boyfriend, Anakiss, replied, "I'm not picking up another one…two strangers in the car is enough."
"You're the one who said that a storm was coming!"
"Stop the car, poor guy!" cried the hitchhiker, who, as Emporio noticed, looked suspiciously like ANOTHER of his acquaintances: the amnesiac prisoner known as Weather Report.
Anakiss reluctantly removed his foot from the gas pedal and placed it on the brakes, bringing the vehicle to an abrupt stop. "Ugh...fine, as long as he's okay with where we're going."
Emporio had yet to make sense of whatever cosmic shenanigans had just transpired. Everything that happened after he avenged his friends and his mother was a total mystery to him. All he knew for sure was that he was in a car with people who looked like his friends.
Anakiss rolled down the window as the horn-hatted nomad approached. "Hey, we're going to Cape Canaveral, if that's okay with you," he said to the man.
"Sure. I don't really care where I am going..." he replied, promptly getting in the front seat of the car and shutting the door.
"I must say," exclaimed the man as they drove off, "I did not expect you to even want to stop for me. Everyone in Florida only cares about themselves and their beach parties, but from what I can tell so far, you guys are a notable exception."
"Yeah, just don't wanna feel guilty..." Anakiss sighed with a forced smile, his hands firmly on the steering wheel.
Meanwhile, Irene felt a strange feeling that she had seen these people before, even though she had never met them before in her life, or at least, not in this life.
Suddenly, memories came flooding back to her. They were driving to Cape Canaveral, much like the present, but the most recent person to get in the car wasn't there, and the boy was at the wheel. She was giving him what appeared to be a DVD for him to look after. Come to think of it, she had experienced something similar back when she heard his name; it was her sacrificing her own life to protect him. And when the other girl came back with the jerry can back at the gas station, she remembered talking with her on a bus heading to some kind of prison-maybe Green Dolphin Street Prison just across the waters. It was almost as if everyone in the car at that moment had been friends-or at least, acquaintances-in a past life.
Irene's father, a marine biologist, taught her that it was okay for her to ask questions, even if people thought that she was completely delusional. Following this advice, she asked the traveller riding shotgun the obvious question.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
The man turned his head to face her. "I think I should be asking you that question right now."
And that is when she knew that nobody in the car was a stranger in the slightest. Before she could question her sanity, she remembered that her father had told her stories about a trip to Egypt that he had gone on before she was born. During that journey, all sorts of things happened to him, such as his being turned into a child, gambling with souls, a pedophilic orangutan as the captain of a freighter, and the list went on. From listening to these stories, she came to the conclusion that literally anything was possible, and that of the things that had actually happened, "emerging memories of another life" was just checked off the list. She was now ready to, with all her trust, reveal her and her boyfriend's true identities.
"Okay then, I guess I can trust you, since I have been having memories of you, and you, and you, so I am just going to tell you the truth." She paused for dramatic effect. "Our names are not Irene and Anakiss, those are just pseudonyms used to hide our identities in public."
She took one more breath before the grand revelation: "My name is Jolyne Cujoh, daughter of Jotaro Kujo, and my boyfriend's name is Narciso Anasui."
Emporio's tears dried up. Something was telling him: he had won.