It's a bit later than usual, but I had to finish off a later chapter (I write these things out ahead of time so I have some time to proofread). But here we get into something I thought was necessary for future events, basically a removal of the old guard of villains to make way for a new set.

Tomomi got off the plane into Florida, her course set. 'So Enya, Midler, and Mariah have been bragging about their own children. They're nothing special. Coddled by their mothers, one's an addict, one's a panicked mess, and one's an emotional wreck. None of them were able to rise above the problems in their lives. Meanwhile, my son took the lemons his life gave him and made lemonade, becoming the biggest mob boss in all of Italy. And those three bitches still think he's inferior to their own sons. Just what have they accomplished in life? Well... I'll teach them to belittle my son. I may never have wanted Giorno, but there's no denying he's made me proud.'

Meanwhile, Pucci was taking a taxi, but there were some problems. "Damn it...," the driver muttered, "Blasted thing's stalled. I was certain I still had gas in this thing." Pucci was annoyed at the situation, but he couldn't bring himself to hate the driver. 'I am likely the cause of this incident.' He looked around and noticed it was three miles to Orlando. The meter for the taxi was on thirty-three dollars and thirty-three cents, and on the seat in front of him was a copy of The Three Musketeers.

'Whether a sign from God or not I'll take fate's hint,' he decided, and he got out while the driver was inspecting his engine. "Sorry about this pal," the driver said, "I don't know why this happened. I always take care of this thing." "It's fine," Pucci assured him, "I'm in no hurry to reach my destination just yet." It would still be six days until the New Moon, and Pucci realized he couldn't spend that entire time at Cape Canaveral. By now Jolyne and her group knew his plans, so he'd be a sitting duck.

He paid the fare before wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Still not feeling so good. I might as well wait out the storm in this town." He looked up and spotted three glowing stars in the sky. He then heard the blaring of ambulance sirens and looked in that direction. By chance, he was at a state hospital, and paramedics were wheeling out someone. "Hurry! His heart's stopped!" "The burglar got shot in the leg by an officer, then proceeded to jump off from the sixth floor of a building!"

Two more ambulances showed up. One carrying a street punk who was driving against traffic before being slammed into a guard rail, and another who was a confirmed drug addict. 'Three patients?,' Pucci thought, 'Three stars? Signs of the number three all around me? Is this coincidence, or a sign from God?' He then spotted three metal objects bounce from the gurneys. A skull ring, a quarter, and a bullet, all of which rolled over to Pucci's feet.

He knelt down to pick up the items, and got surprised when someone grabbed him from behind and held an open scissors to his throat. "Everyone stay back!," the man called out. It was the druggie from earlier. Pucci remained entirely calm as the officers tried to call for backup, getting the druggie upset. He managed to get a good look at the man's face and grinned. 'He almost reminds me of Midler... Come to think of it, I've had a difficult time finding DIO's other three children.'

"Tell me," Pucci said, "Do you know where you truly come from?" The man was so surprised that the scissors wound up going through Pucci's throat. However, by either luck or miracle, it went through in such a way that his arteries were merely scrapped and his nerves were completely missed. The man freaked out. "It wasn't you who stabbed me," Pucci assured him, "But if you were to move this scissor another millimeter, it would sever a vital nerve."

"Who... Who are you...?," the man asked. "I am someone drawn to you by a gravitational force between humans," Pucci explained, "The concept of certain people being attracted to each other. You shouldn't be wasting your energy on drugs. I can show you how to use your energy more wisely!" The man was a little freaked out and ran, causing the police to open fire. However, while the bullets did hit him, they didn't do fatal damage and only sent him sprawling. Pucci grinned when he was able to observe the Joestar birthmark on the man's shoulder. "You were kept in the dark about your father. But now you will learn all you need to know."

"Brothers!?," Fluttershy called out. Giorno had stopped by the mansion and explained what he had learned from his mother. "Yes. Mother said that Father had three other consorts, each of whom bore him a child. So I have three half-brothers. Unfortunately, their lives were not as blessed as mine, yet by some cruel twist of irony they were cared for by their mothers. Perhaps a little too much." "And who were these other consorts?," Jotaro asked.

"You already know of one of them," Giorno explained, "Enya Geil. That should come as no surprise. The other two are Mariah, a fellow former Glory God to my mother, and Midler." Fluttershy puffed her cheeks out. "Flirting with my husband when she already had DIO... The nerve! I should have given her more than a bleeding mouth and tongue!" Giorno sipped his coffee, not knowing how to comment. "Anyway, I'm sure you know from your own daughter what happens when two Stand users have a child."

"So all three of them are Stand users," Jotaro realized. Giorno nodded. "Yes, but we've never really seen each other before, so I don't know what their powers are. For all I know, they may not be active yet. But I do know that if Pucci was trying to get my help, he'll be trying to get their's too. And they'll be far more receptive to his attempts." Jotaro grimaced. "So he'll be using them to stall until he reaches his destination. That's troublesome." Fluttershy was starting to get worried for her daughter.

Meanwhile Pucci watched as the stick figure from a No Crossing sign jumped off the sign and dragged the junkie to safety. 'His Stand power has awakened. I can probably get the other two on my side as well. Giorno was too satisfied with his lot in life to be receptive to my teachings, but these three will be far easier. And they're nowhere near their mothers, so it will be easy to accomplish without interference. And once I've convinced them... I'll send them after Jolyne and her friends.'