Abbacchio somehow found himself back in Napoli, enjoying some pasta for lunch. He couldn't remember how he got from Sardegna to Napoli, but what he did know was that there was a police officer that was picking up broken glass from a bottle near the table. "What are you doing?," he asked. "Ah, sorry to interrupt your meal," the officer said, "But there was a mugging across the street last night. The victim got hit with a bottle, which broke on impact. Not all the pieces are on the sidewalk, and the part he was holding is gone."

"So why are you over on this side?," Abbacchio asked. "Well, I thought the perp might come here to throw something away in this recycling bin. I though I could get some fingerprints. It's a lot of work, but this is my job." Abbacchio shrugged. "Well, what if you don't find anything? And even if you do, what if the perp gets a good enough lawyer to dodge a guilty verdict?" "Well, it's not just the result I desire," the officer replied, "If that's all you're going for, then you start taking shortcuts... And when that happens, you start to lose sight of the truth. Which in turn... Could cost you your motivation."

He smiled at Abbacchio. "I believe that seeking out the truth is what's most important. As long as you do that, then it doesn't matter if the perp gets away once. You may still have a chance next time." Abbacchio smiled. "I envy you... There was once a time when I wanted to be a policeman. It was a dream of mine since I was a kid... To be a righteous policeman. Back then I had a will like yours. But... I guess in the end I always wind up screwing things up halfway."

"I dunno Abbacchio," the officer said, catching Abbacchio off-guard, "I'd say you've done pretty well since we last met. And you still have that same will, you've just directed it differently. Only... Next time, take it easy, okay? You spent all your energy pushing that new power of yours to its limit." Abbacchio blinked, then realized he recognized the officer. "It's you... My old partner from the police force..." He then saw a bus pull up. "Better go take it," the officer said, "Not many people get the chance to take the bus back from this stop. But it's not your time yet. And you still have friends to help, yeah?"

Abbacchio nodded, tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry about what happened... Had I known the man I took that bribe from would do something like this... I..." "It's fine Abbacchio," the officer assured him, "You made one mistake, that's all. It happens to the best of us. And for what it's worth, I think the gang you joined needs people like you. To help set it straight, and get back to its roots." Abbacchio smiled, then headed for the bus as its doors opened.

Seconds later, Abbacchio opened his eyes. "Hey, he lives!," Mista said excitedly, "Jeez man, you nearly gave us all heart attacks!" Abbacchio started to get up, helped out a little by Giorno. "Careful there. You used so much energy replaying the memory you passed out." "I've never rewound so far back before...," Abbacchio said weakly, "I'm more used to going back hours at most. But... It was worth it..." "Yes," Trish said, "The man Moody Blues became... I could sense it... That man is my father."

Abbacchio smiled. His heart hadn't felt this light in years. Not since the day before he got his partner killed by accident. "Now that we have his face," Rarity said, "We need to think of the next step." She then saw a group of tourists coming around with signs of some sort, walking around waving them. She read the signs from a distance. "What's with this 'end times' stuff they're talking about?" "Oh yeah," Mista said, "I remember reading about it, some incident in Antarctica."

"Oh, you mean the Second Impact incident," Rarity realized, "But that wasn't supposed to be very world ending. Just something impacting in the center of the ice cap, then an expedition team going to check it out. It happened last year. Yes, there was a massive explosion, but somehow all it did was wreck the mountain it landed in and create a puddle of water in the crater it made, no major damage. Rather odd how it wasn't worse, though."

"Probably some Stand user or other involved," Mista suggested, "Though most of the expedition team died from the radiation from the blast, save for two young people, a guy and a girl. They were rescued days later." "Why call it Second Impact?," Narancia asked. The group shrugged. "No one really knows," Fugo admitted, "That's just the name that's been circulating. Maybe some conspiracy theorists thought it had something to do with the event that killed the dinosaurs."

"Well, regardless," Abbacchio said, "That's not what we're here for." He walked over to the statue where he had Moody Blues imprint the image of the boss's face before he passed out. "We're here to find leads on the boss's identity. Hopefully his facial recognition and fingerprints will be on record. And even if they aren't..." He smiled. "At least we know what he looks like. I'm sure someone here in Sardegna might recognize him."

Buccellati smiled. "Sounds like someone's found their motivation." "I guess you could say my little near-death experience left me with an epiphany," Abbacchio said. His stomach growled. "And a lack of energy..." "It might be some time before we get attacked again," Giorno said, "Perhaps we should take a moment to rest and get something to eat." The group nodded. Narancia took one last look around to make sure they weren't being followed by anyone.

Meanwhile, Doppio was confused. Somehow he found himself sitting at a restaurant, and from the looks of it had just eaten and paid his bill. 'Jeez... Weird things have been happening as of late.' He got up and went to look himself over in a nearby store window. Somehow all his injuries from the fight with Risotto were patched up, and he had something stuck in his arm. He went to pick it out and found out it was a violet crystal. "I think this came from Rarita's Stand. But I don't remember seeing her at all today." He looked at himself, and started to wonder what his real relationship with the boss was.

You thought I was randomly killing off Abbacchio, didn't you!?