Well, Rarity's been kicking some butt, hasn't she? Let's remind everyone that she still has a very important weakness.

Melone, the next member of La Squadra, rode up to where the train had stopped. Before long police response would be arriving from Roma, but until then he had some time to analyze the situation. He had already seen where pieces of Pesci had fallen out of the river, and now he rode up to Prosciutto's body. "Current time is 6:34 PM, and I've confirmed both bodies. Train confirmed stopped as of twenty minutes ago." He got a look at Prosciutto's head wound, which was more complex than it looked. "Rarita is certainly not one to mess around. And she's not above killing or even torture. Definitely not worth using for my Stand, the creation would be too rebellious."

He looked over to the few pieces of Pesci found lying on the riverbank. "With the rest of him in the river we'll only need a small packing crate to bury him. Buccellati is ruthless to his enemies." He took a look in the cabin and found what Pesci had. "Given Prosciutto's Stand... It appears the group is traveling using some sort of Stand using turtle. That will be difficult to track down despite its speed. However..." He went back to Prosciutto and looked at the blood on his knuckles. "The blood on this should be Rarita's." A voice came over his cell phone. 'Can you track them down?' "It shouldn't be a problem. More time consuming than anything."

It didn't take long for a truck heading for Venezia to pass by the truck stop on the highway, and the group was off again. It was going to take longer than expected, but they were still on track. Trish was looking gloomy, because none of the gang was telling her anything, including why people were trying to kill her over a father she never even knew. "She's strong-willed," Giorno noted, "Staying quiet instead of screaming or crying." Meanwhile Mista's Sex Pistols were being told to share a burger Rarity had bought with each other, Rarity using another crystal bead to threaten to smack the other five if Cinque didn't get his fair share.

Back on the train, Melone had managed to sneak into a reserved compartment with a young woman, breaking out his Stand Baby Face which he inserted the blood sample into, confusing the woman as he asked her a series of questions. The woman had good health, the right age, and the right blood type. "Everything about her is incompatible with Rarita. This is perfect." The woman was freaking out when Melone called out, "Baby Face!" The woman freaked as the laptop Melone was carrying gained a body and proceeded to impregnate her.

"Molto Bene," Melone said as the laptop portion confirmed a successful and healthy fertilization. He capped it off by culminating Rarity's DNA into the final product so the homunculus that was about to be born could track Rarity down. "Where it finds Rarita, it will likely find the rest of the group. And the daughter with them." He walked outside with the laptop, the woman unconscious from the incident. Despite the appearances, the process was not truly rape. The woman would find no evidence to suggest as such. How Baby Face impregnated a host was a different process altogether.

"Looks like it's already learning from the mother," he noted as he tracked the progress of the fetus on the laptop, "Rarity's Stand is a rare phenomenon type, but it can grow a physical form for close or long-range combat. I've never had Baby Face track down a phenomenon Stand before. It will be an interesting observation for future reference." He took the time to insure the new homunculus understood what it meant to kill and not to attack Trish, showing the picture they had.

He then gasped. The homunculus had used its power, the ability to section off cubes of a living being, to kill and consume the host mother. "She's too good of a mother!," he said in surprise, "He's already gained the killer instinct, but far too quickly! Now I'm concerned for the rest of its assignment." He then heard his motorcycle rev up and take off. No doubt the homunculus. "He's already picked up Rarita's trail," Melone said with a sigh, "What a kid... And he didn't even finish school... If he's not careful Rarita's Stand will pick him apart."

Meanwhile, the group stopped off at a nearby car park. Taking the truck had been going smoothly until the driver spotted Coco Jumbo. Giorno used Gold Experience to send several cars turning into frogs, which hopped off. "They'll go in different direction," Giorno said, "Meanwhile we can take one of the remaining cars." "Excellent thinking," Abbacchio said, "I'll let Buccellati know we've secured a car." Inside the turtle, Trish was weirded out in light of the fact that Buccellati had to make a makeshift bathroom in Mr President using one of his zippers.

Meanwhile, Rarita was at the edge of the park. 'We have three more members to deal with at this point. And who knows what their powers are.' Suddenly, something cubed out her throat, causing her to stop breathing for a bit. She could live for a while, however, and quickly had Art of the Dress toss a crystal shard into the piece as it flew off. She then crafted a tube in her windpipe to allow air to continue flowing into her lungs. 'What was that? Some new Stand, clearly.'

Art of the Dress helped its user up to walk as it looked at the crystal compass to track the piece that was cut out. "Rarity," Giorno said, "What's wrong? I saw you limping and... Mio Dio!" "This is no time to think of your father!," Rarity quipped through Art of the Dress, since her vocal cords were gone, "As you can see... I AM UNDER ATTACK!" Just then a nearby rock cubed up and launched at Rarity and Giorno. Rarity summoned up a crystal wall.

"This thing...," Giorno said, "It can reshape objects. We can't approach carelessly or we'll get diced up." He pulled off one of his ladybug brooches and formed it into a new throat for Rarity. "Ah... Much better," she said, "That impromptu tracheotomy wasn't going to hold me long." "This thing's power is the opposite of mine," Giorno said, "But in observing it... I feel like I gained something new from Gold Experience." The homunculus appeared near the motorcycle it took. "There it is!," Rarity said.

"Not good!," the homunculus said, "This guy can give life to objects! He can bring back dead things!" Gold Experience punched at the homunculus, breaking off pieces of one leg and also hitting the seat of the bike, trapping the other leg in roots. "I, Giorno, have a dream that I believe is just. But know this... It will not come at Rarity's expense!" Baby Face quickly disassembled and hid as a rock. Giorno looked near the bike, where Baby Face appeared as a shadow.

"Got you!," it said as it broke through Gold Experience's punch and touched Giorno's face. "Do you now?," Giorno said, "Take another look." Baby Face looked around. "Wait... Where's the hand I tore off!?" "Tore off?," Giorno said as he revealed his hand was fine, though Gold Experience was still missing its own hand, "I actually cut it off. You should be more concerned with protecting yourself than attacking me right now." "Ha!," Baby Face laughed, "You can't fool Baby Face!"

It moved to attack, but then saw something move through its arm and into its chest. "So who's trying to fool you?," Giorno asked, "I turned Gold Experience's hand into a new organism. It's already invaded your arm and is now eating its way through you." Rarity smiled as she saw the look in Giorno's eyes. That calm serenity that belied his cunning and viciousness. Baby Face screamed as a piranha tore out of its back. 'What's wrong Baby Face!?,' came Melone's voice.

"That must be the Stand user," Rarity realized, "So even though this is a long-range remote Stand, he can still communicate with it." "Just shut up, Melone!," Baby Face called out, "This happened because of your plan!" "So you're an auto-tracker," Giorno noted, "That must mean your user isn't anywhere nearby." 'Listen, Baby Face! Right now we can't fight against both of them! I've already contacted Ghiaccio and Risotto, and they're on their way! Hide somewhere and wait for backup!'

"No!" Baby Face called out, "I'm killing this guy here and now! I owe him for the pain, but I'm still invincible!" The homunculus seemed to grow, but found itself blocked by Rarity. 'Baby Face! Listen, do not attack that Stand!' "My mission is kill her and take the other girl!," Baby Face retorted, "I'll destroy this thing, and then her!" It smashed Art of the Dress to small shards, cackling when it thought the crystal form was destroyed. But it stopped laughing when it realized Rarity was still smiling.

"What going on?," it wondered, "Die already! I just killed your Stand!" "Did you?," Rarity said, "Clearly you haven't heard about my Stand." 'Dammit, Baby Face! I was trying to teach you this before you ran off! Rarita's Stand doesn't have a physical form! The crystal body is just a creation of its power!' Baby Face gasped as Art of the Dress recreated a new body and levitated the shards of its old body, which embedded themselves into Baby Face.

"Giorno, now!," Rarity called out. "Gold Experience!" Giorno retrieved his Stand's hand and punched at the crystal shards, creating more piranhas that tore through Baby Face. "No! No! No, No, No, NO!" Baby Face found itself ripped to pieces, unable to heal and losing too much of itself. Finally there was nothing left but a few scraps on the ground. "Shame this won't kill the user," Rarity noted, "I was caught off-guard, but it looks like my golden prince was there to get me out of trouble." Giorno smiled. "You know I'll always protect you, during the rare moments you actually need it." They kissed each other passionately.