Weeks passed, as (Y/N) returned to her everyday life. She woke up, had her morning coffee, went to work. The only new addition to her mundane life was her Stand, Child's Play. She began to master its abilities, and began using them at work. A customers order had come out wrong? She simply fed it to the gluttonous Stand, which in turn, would reguritate the correct order.

This simple creature that has been bound to her had began changing her life. The Stand had began making her more tips at the quaint diner she worked at. The speed she had corrected orders had not gone unnoticed by her employers, and got her several raises, and talk of a promotion had began.

The boys had continued to visit, and (Y/N) had worked hard to push out their intrusive thoughts. The ones that were quiet enough at least.

'God, I could really use a cigarette right now. We've been here for a month and a half, and have only encountered one Stand user. This is nothing like Egypt.'

"What was that like anyways?" (Y/N) asked Jotaro, with a raised brow. The dark haired male was lounging on her couch, face upturned. "You guys have been here nearly every day and you still haven't mentioned anything about what happened during those fifty days."

(Y/N) looked over at him from her position leaning on the island in her kitchen.

Jotaro let out a long sigh, as he pulled his hat down. "Too much to explain," He mumbled 'Not that I want to relive that anyways'

"Oh... I'm sorry, Jotaro." The girl said, as she looked away, the regret clear on her face. "Don't worry about it." He said.

A light knock resonated from the door of her apartment, the thoughts from the person on the other side where relatively quite, but waves of doubt washed over them. (Y/N) hesitately opened the door, Her Stand, and Jotaro looming menacingly behind her.

"Ah! A-Are you (Y/N), by any chance?" The person behind the door asked. They seemed incredibly nervous. "I am, and you are?" She asked. The person on the other side was a young boy, no older than eight years old. He had brown shaggy hair, and a baggy blue shirt. He didn't make eye contact. "I d-don't have to give you my name." He said, as he rubbed his arm. A nervous habit, (Y/N) noted. She kneeled in front of the boy, forcing direct eye contact. "You dont have to be scared of me. Now what are you doing here?" She asked. She attempted prying into the boys mind. Thoughts of fear, anger, and general unease ran through the boys head.

The boy began mumbling, trailing off with "... message for you..." As he held his hand, holding a fancy looking letter, out to her. She took it, and as soon as the letter left the boys hand, he ran. Jotaro tilted his head, eyeing the letter. "Whats that?" He asked. The girl shrugged her shoulders, before lifting the wax seal.

"To whom it may concern,

My name is Cornelious Vanderhiem. It seems you have come across something very important to me and my colleagues. We ask you return it to us post-haste. We understand your time may be constrained, however we must ask you return this artifact at the most convient time.

(unfinished, unedited, see next chapter)