With me sparing Johnathan Joestar's life, the door is wide open for more stories about him. Trouble is, Phantom Blood is too short. I decided on this as I was coming up with the structure for Spirit Tracks. Expect some Black Butler references.

Besides, there's something important I need to explain...

The Swords of Darkness mentioned a time when Johnathan Joestar saved their world. How this came to be is an interesting tale, and one that must be told to understand. It was a day like any other in 1889. It was getting near the end of the year. The Joestar manor was back to its original splendor, and Speedwagon and Twilight had returned with some delightful news. While they failed to find Nathaniel Twilight's arrow, Speedwagon had stumbled upon a natural oil well that was unclaimed, making him a very wealthy man in his own right.

It wasn't long before the Speedwagon estate was officially founded, and before long the papers were calling him the Oil Baron of Britain. His holdings were modest, and having become used to getting many things himself he only hired a handful of servants. And he only hired any at all because the estate was so large. On this particular day Speedwagon and his wife Twilight awoke to greet the dawn as normal, followed by the exasperated sigh from their butler, a young man named Sebastian. "I do wish you'd allow me to do my duties, Master Speedwagon. This is only my first butlering job, and I'm something of a perfectionist."

Sebastian was by no means opposed to serving a man who once came from the streets, but that still meant he had to deal with Speedwagon doing plenty of things by himself. "There's no need to be so formal," Twilight said as she came back out from the divider, fully dressed, "After all, you have enough on your hands with the rest of the staff." Sebastian chuckled. "The rest of the staff is only three people. Anyway, I have your morning paper and tea."

Speedwagon took the paper and looked it over. "Baron Reinfelt opens another tea route... I believe we scheduled a meeting with him, correct?" "Yes sir," Sebastian confirmed, "Along with your friend, Master Joestar. I believe it is in regards to your new shipping routes." Speedwagon had been making some impressive investments with his newfound fortune, deciding that he needed to make good use of his sudden success to help others not so fortune as to have his luck.

Sebastian walked through the halls as the other three servants made preparations for the evening's dinner. Mey-Rin, the bubbly young maid, had just finished sorting out the laundry. "Ah, Sebastian!," she said in excitement, having harbored a crush on the young and handsome butler, "The laundry's just finished. Oh, and some of Master Speedwagon's friends from London are here. They offered these lovely flowers." She showed the basket that was provided.

"Wonderful," Sebastian said with a smile, "These will be perfect for tonight's centerpiece. It's a good thing I've yet to decide on the plating, but this will make the decision much easier." As he finished setting the table and heading for the greenhouse to fetch some more roses, he ran into the estate's teenaged gardener, Finnian, or Finny as he was often called. "I've got the roses all taken of, sir!," he said in a cheerful voice, "Oh, and some of Master Speedwagon's friends dropped this off." He presented a freshly caught pheasant. "I guess they did a bit of hunting on the grounds."

"Splendid," Sebastian replied, "This will make an excellent main dish. I'll have this brought to Bard. He should be able to make something rather delectable." He headed down into the kitchen, where Baldroy, or Bard as he was known on the estate, set to preparing dinner. "Got something lovely for the dessert too," he noted, "Some of Master Speedwagon's friends dropped off a few roasted nuts they came across on their way in from London, thought we might like to have them." Sebastian placed a hand on his chin. "Master Speedwagon's friends seem to hang around the estate quite a lot. I understand they mind their manners, but it's rather unusual for those in the working class."

That evening, Speedwagon and Twilight were joined by Johnathan and the Baron Reinfelt. "I was hoping Erina would be here as well," Twilight noted. "You'll have to excuse her," Johnathan said, "But our son, George II, was just recently born and Erina insisted on taking care of her own child." The group sat in discussion for a bit, but Speedwagon could tell something was off. His keen senses, developed from his time growing up on Ogre Street, told him there was a foul stench about Reinfelt. It was almost as bad as that of Dio, but not quite.

As the dessert was brought out, Reinfelt had a smile on his face. "You know, there are two things that always irked me. One is a soft-hearted noble who thinks the common-folk deserve a helping hand from our hard earned fortunes. And the other is an undeserving thug who just happened to catch a lucky break." The nearby clock chimed. "Eight o-clock! Time's up for both of you!" And with that, he dove under the table, leaving the others confused.

"Did we have something planned for eight?," Speedwagon asked. "I don't believe so, sir," Sebastian said, "Though I do find the baron's words rather curious." Reinfelt poked his head out, confused as to his surroundings. "Are you quite alright?," Johnathan asked. "Uh, yes...," Reinfelt said as he sat down. "Anyway, your words lack a bit of bite to them," Speedwagon said, "Why, everything that makes rich life worth living is made by the hands of the middle classes, so why not show appreciation?"

"Yes, and helping those less fortunate can only help the economy in the long run," Johnathan argued. "Take my old gang from Ogre Street," Speedwagon clarified, "After Johnathan helped them all find jobs, they chose to pay him back by keeping an eye out for his enemies. They also show there's still loyalty among us by doing the same with me. Hell, throughout the day they've been busy clearing the outer parts of the grounds from would-be assassins."

Reinfelt's eyes went wide. "It's the darndest thing too," Speedwagon continued, his smile dropping, "Some of them claimed to have been hired by you." Johnathan narrowed his eyes. "Baron Reinfelt, I may be a gentleman, and somewhat naive, but I can still tell when someone is after my life, and that of my friends." Reinfelt pulled out a gun and made to fire. "Time in a Bottle!," Sebastian called out. Everything around him slowed down, and he quickly caught the bullets that had fired long before they had the chance to reach Speedwagon.

"Glad to see you're still practicing your Stand," Twilight said, "But you do remember that I also could have-- Love is in Bloom!" She had spotted Reinfelt aim for her and activated her own Stand, causing the bullet to bounce off while Reinfelt's gun exploded in his hand, causing severe powder burns and deep cuts from the shrapnel. "As I was saying," Twilight said, "My own Stand is fully capable of deflecting a gunshot, so long as I can see the shooter." "Apologies, Madam," Sebastian said, "But it is my duty as a butler to protected those I serve. Shall I call the authorities then?"

As Reinfelt was arrested for attempted murder, the group met with the new chief inspector of Scotland Yard, Fred Abberline. "I realize it's strange to come in person," Abberline said, "But Her Majesty has heard of your supernatural powers and is making a request. By the by... She also mentioned you dealt with Jack the Ripper?" Twilight and Johnathan looked a little guilty, knowing Abberline had been on the Ripper's trail for months until they encountered him as a zombie and destroyed him.

Abberline sighed. "Guess that's one mystery the world will never know the answer too. A shame... Anyway, there's been several children being kidnapped right off the street, only to be returned days later, with no memory of the time they were captive. This is the only real lead we have in regards to this mystery." He presented Speedwagon with a set of tickets. "The Noah's Ark Circus?" "That circus is touring London for the next few days," Abberline explained, "They might have some knowledge as to why these kidnappings are occurring." The trio looked at each other, knowing a new bizarre adventure was waiting for them.

Back in the present, George and his group had found the map piece that allowed the Spirit Tracks to extend into the mountains. In addition, it opened up an extension to Ticket to Ride, which accepted Imina as its user. "This is Love Train," the Ancient One explained, "An extension of the legendary train that will prove useful. It can act on its own, or in conjunction with Ticket to Ride. Head for the mountains, and restore the temple there. Be careful, as there is likely to be opposition." The group nodded and hopped on the train.