After landing the boat, the gang headed to the airport to search for a plane to use. (Y/n) hopped onto a plane to sense the area as Bucciarati gave the order that he did not want any unknown life near the plane. The human below kept an eye out. Abbacchio kept nearby Trish to keep her safe. Santana came out of hiding, he was ready to explore technology he had been interested in and studied. Giorno was sensing for hidden enemies in the plane when he was startled by the pillar man ghost landing next to him, followed by the tiny pillar girl. The child hopped onto Giorno's shoulders. "Hey, papa, are we stealing this one?," (y/n) asked the Italian man. "We are, Stellina.," Bucciarati answered. The little girl looked to Giorno then the plane and made a grimace, "Let's hope this goes better than the last few times."
Santana walked to the plane with Abbacchio, talking to the policeman about the plane navigation systems and how to fly it. The vermillion haired pillar man seemed a little excited about being in a plane. The child thought her friend's excitement was cute. The little girl hugged Giorno's head. Her little body fell from Giorno's shoulder and handed on her hands and feet before dusting herself off. She sensed Narancia and Bucciarati enter the plane to speak to Abbacchio and Santana.

An energy made the plum haired child look to a man coming towards them, "Mista!" The gunslinger saw the man coming for them, walking steadily towards them. Mista yelled at the man to stop, he would be shot be he an enemy or an innocent. The little pillar child picked up a stone and threw it at the man with enough force to snap his leg. She felt a surge in stand energy, "Stand! What out!" Mista took his pistol out and shot the man several times with help from the Sex Pistols. The man was downed and dead within five shots, the sixth shot did the trick to kill him. Giorno approached the body to check it for life signs. None were present. Mista and Giorno spoke a bit as Narancia called out to them from the plane. Santana and Abbacchio were ready for takeoff.
Mista picked (y/n) up and carried her onto the plane as the engines roared to life. They took off safely and flew in the plane towards Sardinia. The little pillar was handed over to her adopted father as Mista went to his seat. Everyone got comfortable in the luxury plane. The little pillar was apprehensive about this walking corpse that had adopted her when she was alive, but it was hard to type and push back the adoration that she had for him. His hand patted her fluffy hair as he sat in his seat, the ring she made for him was still on his finger. She felt Trish's green eyes looking at her before turning back to the widow she was looking out of. "I wonder if my father, no, your boss.. I wonder if he knew I would go to Sardinia to search for his past., the pink haired girl wondered aloud. "Former.," Bucciarati corrected as he patted his adopted daughter's head. Trish looked at the two as Bucciarati continued to speak, "Former boss. I'm sure the thought crossed his mind before, that is why we need to find out about him as fast as possible."

Bucciarati looked to the child on his lap, "(y/n). Could you determine anything about the boss if Trish let you smell her blood?" "No. I can only determine family lines, not appearances or powers. However, I can tell you that Trish's appearance is more than likely similar to her father's.," the child responded, "She is his only offspring. I take after my father. So does Giorno and Josuke. It only stands to reason that she looks like her faher." "That is pretty significant of a clue.," The black haired man said and looked to Trish, "Can you remember anything your mother told you about him?" The tiny pillar listened to the young woman speak what she remembered about what her mother told her. About how the boss and Trish's mother, Donatella Una, met. Donatella met the boss before he had even made the gang. She remembered one thing.
Cala di Volpe. The fox's tail, a beautiful resort on Sardinia. Where Trish's mother met the boss. Where Trish was more than likely conceived at. Trish mentioned that her father spoke with a Sardinian dialect. (Y/n)'s little hands played with the much bigger ones of her adopted father before pulling out her beloved doll to play with. She listened to Bucciarati and Trish talk a little more. Bucciarati mentioned that the reason that the boss wanted Trish dead was that she was his only living relative. "What a shit father.," came the raspy voice of Esidisi from the seat in front of them. The dark skinned ghost turned around, "I hope you don't mind that I was listening."

"You would do it whether or not we minded.," Bucciarati replied. "True.," Esidisi replied. The two began to talk when (y/n) heard something. It was a scratching or tapping noise. She felt the flare of a strange energy. The plum haired pillar child hopped off of her adopted father and followed the sound to the fridge that was sitting in front of Giorno, from his expression, he heard the sounds as well. "I knew a plane was a bad idea. Planes and our family do not mix, Giorno.," the little girl said, obviously shaken by previous experiences. Giorno's green eyes saw a small tremor in her arms, causing her doll to clatter. The blond teen got up, "Mista. Can you hear that sound? Get out your gun and take aim." Mista picked his attention out of his automobile magazine. "Sound? What sound?," Mista asked, "The sound of the engine?" "Just take the gun out Mista, there is something in there...," the little girl said and sniffed before covering her nose, "Eww, it smells." "Mista, there is something weird there.," the blond teen spoke to the young man and looked at the fridge.
Mista put his magazine down and his voice was smooth, "Hey, hey, hey. The only ones being weird is you two. I'd expect something like this from (y/n), not you, Giorno." The gunslinger pointed to Giorno, "You said that you could not even sense a cockroach on this plane." "There is no life beside us, yet there is something here.," the red eyed child spoke, "My horns are burning." Mista stood and drew his gun, "Do you think it is a remote stand in the plane?" "It might be. But we both heard something.," Giorno said and nudged back the little girl who was shakily yet furiously rubbing her horns. The blond teen reached out the mini fridge and opened it. The tiny girl gripped to Mista's leg as the gunman pointed his firearm at the fridge.

There did not seem to be anything there. "My apologies.," Giorno sighed, "I thought there was something there." "There is something there.," the little girl said and pointed, "Look." Mista looked closer, "What are those? Chicken scraps?" Upon closer inspection, they were human fingers. Only fingertips and nails were fleshed out, the rest were bones. Blood dripped from them. The odor was disgusting. (Y/n) would have normally picked them up to eat, but something was telling her not to this time. She gripped Mista's leg a little tighter. Her horns were burning. How did these fingers get into the plane without them noticing? She and the two young men were freaking out. Mista recognized them as the fingers of the man he had shot back at the air port. Giorno told Mista to calm down, only to see that the three fingers had increased in number to four.
The panicking teens and child got Bucciarati's attention, "Is something wrong?" "Papa.," (y/n)'s little voice called him over. He was followed by Trish. Narancia came to look as well. The plum hard pillar child rubbed her horns even more. "Giorno, I thought you said that there were no life signs on the plane.," Bucciarati commented as they all looked at the fingers, "But Mista said that the amount of fights increased. Is there any life signs in the fingers?" "I can't sense anything.," (y/n) answered as she grips her adopted father's leg, "But something feels wrong." Giorno called his stand, Gold Experience, out. The golden stand punched the fridge. Small plants grew from the fingers.

"Just bones. They have no life.," Giorno spoke, "If they were somehow alive or were a stand, the plants made by gold experience would not grow on them." "It freaked me out when I saw them. It looked like one appeared out of thin air.," Mista explained to Bucciarati, "There is something really off about this!" (Y/n)'s horns did not stop burning as she rubbed them, trying to make them stop burning so badly. She sensed some strong energy that was making them feel like Esidisi's boiling blood dropped on them. She wanted this sensation to end and comfort from her adopted father. Bucciarati understood that it was strange and unnerving that these fingers appeared out of nowhere. "Let's throw them outside.," the black haired man said. Narancia was against opening the door and throwing the fingers out, "The difference in pressure will throw us about like a rat in a toilet!"
"Everyone, hang onto something!," Bucciarati ordered and called out his stand. The stand punched the side of the plane and unzipped it as the rest of the gang held onto different this for dear life. The fridge popped out without any turbulence. Bucciarati stood with his tiny adopted daughter clinging to his back, "I guess you did not need to hold on after all." The younger gang members all sighed. "Is there anything else put of place? Check the rest of the plane!," the blue eyed man ordered before looking to the child she was peeking over his shoulder. She was still rubbing her horns with much discomfort. "Calm down, (y/n). Tell me what is wrong.," the gang boss spoke kindly to the child as she crawled from his back to his front. "My horn has been burning since Mista killed that stand user back at the airport.," the little girl replied. Bucciarati moved her bangs away from the base of her middle horn and almost dropped the girl. He saw Giorno had a growth on him, "Giorno, what is wrong?! That's the same thing as on (y/n)'s horn!"

A tumor like growth was on Giorno's arm. He was using gold experience to try and chop off his arm that was affected by the tumor. Mista quickly used his stand to shoot Giorno's arm off and turned the firearm on the child, "I'm sorry, (y/n). Forgive me and heal quickly." The shot rang out and a sense of cold shock fell over the tiny child as her horn was shot off of her head by the Sex Pistols. Bucciarati held her carefully. "This is the third time...," the child hissed out in pain before falling onto her adopted father's chest. Blood dripped from her wound to her face. She was handed off to Esidisi, who had been standing by Trish. The ghost pillar man held his niece as she lost consciousness from her injury to her major sensory organ.
Esidisi saw that the mass of flesh melded together, eating whatever moved to grow in mass. Narancia and Mista both fell to injuries from their stands being affected by this strange and fleshy tumor of a stand. Notorious B.I.G. However, Giorno's other hand fell to the effects of the monstrous stand. He had lost both of his hands, losing his ability to use his ability. Bucciarati had no choice but to save his injured gang members in the turtle's stand. Ivory and the ghost warriors were tasked with taking care of the casualties.