Time for one of the most notorious Stands in all of Jojo. And I am not making a pun based off of its name.

Giorno looked at the corpse of the man that was apparently Carne. "That was too easy," he mused, "It's like he was trying to get himself killed." "He didn't look like a man with a death wish," Mista noted, "So why would he want to get himself killed?" Giorno used his Stand on Carne. "Well, either way he's dead for sure. No trace of his life energy. Of course, you did destroy half his brain with your shots, but you never know with Stand users."

"Better get on the plane you guys!," Rarity called out, "Our pre-flight is complete, we're taking off right now!" "Narancia," Buccellati said, "Just in case I want you to keep Aerosmith outside the plane to scan for possible enemies. We don't know what other powers we might be up against. For example, there could be a Stand that let's a person fly." Rarity spent a bit arguing with the workers in the flight tower before finally saying, "Ingrates... At least I finally convinced them to clear us for takeoff. Narancia?"

"All clear on the runway," Narancia replied, "We're good to go any time." And with that, Rarity and Moody Blues set the plane running, letting it fly away from Venezia. "So far so good," Rarity said, "How's the speed doing for Aerosmith, Narancia?" "I think the only reason it can keep up is because I'm in here," Narancia noted, "But I'm still getting knocked off my feet." "At this point it should be safe to dispel it," Abbacchio said, "We've reached twelve-thousand meters. In a few seconds we'll be at cruising speed."

Trish looked back at Venezia. "Do you think... He knows we're searching for his past?" It was clear she was talking about the boss. "I've no doubt he's figured it out by now," Buccellati admitted, "He likely figures we're not just running around randomly. We can already guess some things based on what we know. It's likely that he wasn't a gangster at the time he met your mother. Also, he must have had some sort of identity, meaning some trace of who he was fifteen years ago should remain. Is there anything your mother said to you that could point us in the right direction?"

"Just one thing comes to mind," Trish replied, "Cala di Volpe. A coast that's as green as emeralds. Mom said she was on vacation at a resort there when she met Dad. He also spoke in the native dialect, meaning he was a native. He disappeared after her vacation. Mom wasn't able to find anything about him, not even his real name. But the Costa Smeralda is as good a starting point as any." Just then, the group heard some odd sounds from a nearby compartment, right in front of Giorno.

He and Mista looked at each other. Giorno went to open the fridge while Mista drew his gun. Giorno breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was just a fridge, but Mista was still aiming his gun inside. "Something's not right," he said, "What are those bones in the fridge?" Giorno looked closer, and gasped when he realized they were fresh human finger bones, the blood still dripping and some of the flesh still on them. "What the hell!?," Giorno called out, "How could someone have put that there!? We chose this plane ourselves!"

"That's not all," Mista said, "Those are the fingers of that guy I killed before we took off... And somehow they're multiplying..." "What's wrong?," Rarity asked, having heard the commotion. Abbacchio was using Moody Blues to continue to fly the plane. "I don't know how it's possible," Mista said, "But I don't think we're done with that guy from the runway yet." Giorno carefully used Gold Experience to create some roots to check the bones. "They're lifeless," he noted.

"Just in case we should dispose of them somehow," Rarity suggested. "Allow me," Buccellati said, "Sticky Fingers!" A zipper appeared briefly, just long enough to drop the whole refrigerator out of the plane, zipping it back up to avoid decompression of the cabin. "Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack!," Narancia complained. "That was reckless," Fugo pointed out, "What if something was inside there and decided to attack us when it looked like it would get ejected?"

He rubbed his chin. "Come to think of it... How did those bones get in there in the first place? We gave this whole plane a once-over prior to that guy showing up, and those bones weren't there." Just then, Giorno noticed the graffiti along the walls of the cabin. His eyes widened when he realized they made references to Sardegna. The writing lead to a fold-out tray, where he found more writing referring to the man that had just been killed, and how his energy was used to fuel a greater hatred.

It also mentioned something called Notorious BIG, and strangest of all, it was somehow was signed by him. To his shock, something like a second hand started coming out of his own, holding a pen. Fortunately, Giorno felt something else cutting into his arm, and recognized Rarity's crystal trying to cut out whatever the thing was. Mista finished the job by shooting off Giorno's arm where the crystals were growing. "Giorno, I'm going to finish growing the construct," Rarity said, "Use it to regrow your arm."

Giorno nodded. "I think I know how those fingers got in the fridge. This Stand belongs to the guy from the runway. I was leaning over him to check to make sure he's dead. This Stand is not like any other Stand we've heard of. It breaks the most fundamental rule of them all... That a Stand cannot live without its user." Mista scoffed. "That's why that man was trying to get me to kill him... So his Stand could activate. Then it could pursue us automatically."

He grunted as blood started to come out of his body, causing the others to gasp. "I got too close... Four of my Sex Pistols got caught by it..." "Mista!," Narancia called out. The Stand, Notorious BIG, suddenly spotted Narancia and started going for him. 'It's not attacking me,' Giorno realized, 'It can't see anything, so it's picking targets based on some unknown factor!' Luckily for Narancia, he didn't need to get too close for Aerosmith to attack. Unfortunately, all of its bullets were caught by Notorious BIG. It then moved to grab Aerosmith.

Thinking quickly, Rarity blocked the Stand using midair crystal wall. "Thanks," Narancia said. Buccellati thought fast. "Trish, get to Coco Jumbo!" Trish ran for the back door and opened, only for Notorious BIG to instantly move to attack her. "MUDA!," Gold Experience called out as it hit the wall of cabin, causing Notorious BIG to move to target it instead. "That's what it's targeting!," Giorno called out, "Movement! It's feeling out the fastest movement and going for it! Art of the Dress' crystal growth was near instantaneous, so the Stand couldn't detect it against Aerosmith, catching it off-guard!"

Rarity then used her Stand to fire off a few crystals into the nearby wall, distracting the Stand from attacking Giorno. One of the windows was shattered, causing Notorious BIG to chase that crystal out of the plane. Rarity then sealed the window with more crystals. Narancia flopped to the ground. "That... Was exhausting..." "Mista is still hurt badly," Giorno said, "I'll take him inside Coco Jumbo to treat him." "I think I'll head inside too," Narancia said, "I could use some sleep from all that."

"I'll check with Abbacchio to make sure the plane is still flying correctly," Buccellati said. That just left Trish, Rarity, and Fugo in the cabin. "You know by rights," Fugo said, "You should also be flying." "For all we know there could be another attack," Rarity pointed out, "And with everyone else occupied the two of us are the strongest Stand users here. You were testing it, right? You found out something new you can do with Purple Haze." Trish looked curious.

Fugo breathed a sigh that felt like a weight was falling off his shoulders. "I can control the virus now. After Rarity made me realize how I should be controlling my Stand, I discovered I can now dictate who gets infected. It will no longer be a danger to me or any of my friends." Trish closed her eyes, tears falling from them. "What's wrong?," Rarity asked. "I'm really just doing this for my own sake," Trish admitted, "So I can have my own future... But you're all fighting for something you believe in... And I can't understand why..."

Just then she saw something, reflected in Narancia's switchblade, which somehow got stuck in one of the seats. On the wing of the plane was what looked like a soccer ball, bounding along the wing with ease in spite of the winds. As she tried to process this, Notorious BIG suddenly slipped into the cabin door. The trio ducked back, Trish knocking the knife out of the seat, causing Notorious BIG to go for it to attack. "Everyone stay still," Fugo said, "Damn it... Giorno said it would go for whatever's fastest. Once it got outside it processed the plane as a whole and clung to it."

Trish was trying to slow her breathing. 'We're all safe... But once one of the others gets in here... It'll go to attack them. Buccellati is still checking with Abbacchio... Narancia is currently sleeping... Giorno is looking after Mista... If any of them get attacked because of me...' Without thinking, she pushed the reclining button on one of the seats, then ducked out of the way as Notorious BIG went to attack it.

"What are you doing?," Fugo asked softly. "If we can get this thing to you," Trish said, "Maybe your virus can destroy it. Maybe not from the outside, but inside..." Fugo nodded. "I guess it's as good a plan as any. And if it doesn't work, worst case scenario Rarity keeps me from dying and Giorno can patch me up." Unfortunately, the plan went FUBAR as some water from a nearby bottle started dripping onto Trish's boot, causing Notorious BIG to go for it.

Trish started screaming as the Stand started to attack it. But as Fugo and Rarity went to grab her and pull her away, they found they actually succeeded. Trish's boot somehow came loose without any problem, her leg completely undamaged in spite of the fact that Notorious BIG seemed to be crushing it earlier. Trish grabbed a nearby seat to get up, and found her hand sinking into it. "What is...?" "Just relax," came a new voice, which Trish could swear almost sounded like herself, "There's no need to rush. We just need to get it near Fugo so he can kill it."

"Who is that?," Trish asked. "Uh, right behind you," Rarity said, pointing. Trish turned around to see a pink humanoid, curled up in one of the seats. "There's no need to fear," the being said, "I have always been here with you, since you were a little girl. And now, your desire to see the others safe has allowed me to awaken." "Is that...?," Fugo asked. "Trish's Stand," Rarity realized, "It finally woke up!" At the sound of Rarity's screaming, Notorious BIG went for it, but Trish instinctively pushed her near one of the seats, touching it at the same time.

Instantly the seat seemed as rubber, absorbing Notorious BIG's attack. Trish hit the seat again, solidifying it and knocking the Stand away. "So this is my power," Trish said, awestruck, "That Stand will take damage if it rams into a stationary object. So I can make things softer, and then return them to normal." She smiled. "I finally found my strength... And now I'll make use of it. Thanks to my new Stand... Spice Girl."