You sat on the couch drinking a chilled coke. It felt like everything had calmed down after what happened in Pompeii. Despite the strange turtle stand user. And being sucked into a turtle. But being an aspiring marine biologist you were weirdly happy about this. But you had gotten a chance to change into a different set of clothing introduce yourself properly to the team.

You gazed at the ceiling while drinking your coke, not noticing the looks coming from Trish and Bucciarati.

If animals can become stand users then if they reproduce will their offspring also have stands? If so what would happen with gorillas or monkeys? Planet of the Apes could become real. They could overthrow us. There's no telling what they are capable of, they can be dangerous enough without stands but with a stand, they'd be powerful. We'd need to make an alliance early into the war-

"Y/n..."

You were taking a sip of your coke and looked to Trish who had spoken your name. It was the first time you had heard her voice.

You hummed in response and finished your sip. Bringing the cup away from your lips and gave her a proper response.

"Yeah?"

Bruno watched the two of you like a hawk.

"Can you check me?"

You raised an eyebrow as she stood up.

"What do you- oh. Y-yeah I can do that."

You cursed yourself from stuttering and placed your drink down. Approaching Trish who had her back turned to you.

"Just your skirt o-or your underwear too?"

"Both please."

Your mouth went dry and you couldn't let out a response. Bruno watching you with a blank face but confused greatly.

You lowered your eyes down her back and looked at her skirt.

"Your skirt is fine."

There was no response and you took that as a sign to continue. You lifted up the back of her skirt and popped your head underneath it, so the boys wouldn't be able to see but you could still check her. You gulped and felt your face getting warmer. No other girl had ever had this effect on you before. It was a bit overwhelming for you.

You tried to keep your eyes on checking her panties and didn't let them wander to her thighs. It felt like hours of torture for you but it was only a few seconds until you came out from under the skirt.

"Y-yep you're all good! I-if you think you're going to start I can go shopping next time we're near a store!"

You grabbed your coke and took a sip of it to clear your throat. Bruno was sitting in shock at what he just saw. Of course, he didn't know what was going on or why you just did that.

"That won't be necessary. Thank you."

You nodded and went to lean on the wall you were standing by previously and Trish sat down. Sipping on her water and flipping through magazines. Your face was painted red and Trish saw this out of the corner of her eye.

She felt very satisfied with the reaction she got out of you while she herself held back a blush. It was very unnecessary. And she knew that perfectly well.

"Are you paying attention?! I can't eat this banana!"

There was a dry and wheezy voice that caught your attention. Glad that you could distract yourself from the situation you just experienced. But not so happy when you saw what was going on.

You looked at Narancia in horror as his hair started to turn white and fall out. He looked so old. Like a dried up twig, you could snap easily. You were mortified that the goofy childish boy that would make you smile or blush with his complements had turned into... that. And he was only getting older by the second which was scaring you.

"Did something... happen?"

You turned to Giorno and covered your mouth. His hair was no longer golden. His voice was no longer smooth and calming but dry and gravely. What happened to the young boy with a dream? Now he's just... an old man that had a fantasy.

If it's happened to Narancia and Giorno... Fugo! Abbacchio!

You whipped your head around to look at the two sleeping men only to see the same thing. They were old, wrinkly. Though Abbacchio's hair didn't look too different, you would have laughed if the situation wasn't as serious.

You backed away from Narancia and Giorno and your grip on your drink got tighter. You looked at a reflective surface to see if it was happening to you too. But it wasn't.

"A-A stand that makes people age?"

Mista was freaked out and you noticed he looked older but wasn't aging at the same rate as Narancia and the others. He aimed his gun at the ceiling of the turtle.

"Mista calm down! If they knew we were inside this turtle they would've used a more direct attack."

Mista's breath caught in his throat while you understood where Bucciarati was going.

"And since they haven't... that means we haven't been found yet right?"

You looked to Bucciarati for confirmation and he nodded. You put your cup down, the red on your face had vanished completely.

"They probably know we are somewhere on this train and, in order to find her."

He looked to Trish who had brought a hand up to her face and cupped her cheek.

"They're attacking everyone on the train indiscriminately!"

You ran your fingers through your hair and let out a huff. You knew what that meant, but you needed confirmation.

"Does that mean this train is running with everyone on board affected?"

"Probably. They're so desperate. I'm sure they'll do anything. And without a second thought. This leaves us two choices."

You let your arms drop to your side and turned to Bruno. Your eyes hardening and listened to him carefully.

"One, take Trish and somehow get off this train."

Bruno started to walk while speaking, lifting up his fingers, and counting to two.

"Two, we find this enemy, even though we don't know their range, and dispose of them."

You, Bruno, and Mista stood in a circle while Trish watched. She looked confused and scared.

"Obviously we go with plan two. If we want to take her and run we'll have to stop the train. It's too dangerous."

Mista whipped out his gun and opened the barrel compartment. The color scheme changing.

"Assassinating them is the better option, I have the best chance with the Sex Pistols."

Bruno nodded his head, wrinkles had formed under his eyes but the aging was slow.

"Yes, you're right. But we don't have any time to waste. We're aging at an alarming rate."

"B-Bucciarati..."

Narancia was on his hands and knees, his voice was so dry.

"M-my hands... they're crumbling!"

You looked at him horrified, your eyes wide with an open mouth but no sound left your throat. He was right. His nails were on the verge of falling off making you squeamish. His skin was falling and flaking off his hands and you could see his spine clearly.

"You're right Bucciarati. We don't have any time."

Mista stood on a chair. About to leave when Giorno spoke quietly.

"It's too early to go."

"What the hell are you talking about Giorno?"

Giorno looked up. He was shaky from the old age and Mista was aging more by the second. His eyebrows were already grey.

"I'm telling you it's too early to go."

Mista pointed around him and yelled.

"We don't have any time to waste!"

"Wait. Hear him out. What are you trying to say, Giorno?"

You looked to Bruno and then to Giorno, waiting for his response. Your face was a mix of panic and fear. Your brows were furrowed but your eyes held concern.

"Why are we all aging at a different rate than Bucciarati?"

You hadn't noticed it. But Giorno was right and Bruno looked to his hands.

"Mista and I have light symptoms, Trish's and Y/n's are even less! But why?"

"Apparently we're aging at different rates! I'm going!"

"No..."

You listened through his whole talk, it made sense now. Why you and Trish were barely if at all, aging and why Bucciarati and Mista weren't as fast as the others.

"Mista. You're going to take that ice and defeat the enemy before the ice melts and you lose your stand power."

Mista held the last two ice cubes in his hand and exited the turtle. You looked to Bruno and bit back a question before sitting down. You bounced your leg up and down at a rapid pace trying to calm down. The aging was like a timer. You needed to defeat the enemy before your time runs out.

Trish was sitting with Narancia's head in her lap, using the ice from her water to help him since he was the most effective. Bruno looked at you and nodded, you nodded back.

It was an exchange you didn't need to use words for.

If Mista died or needed help. You would go out there, with your slow aging, you'd have more time. Making you the next best option. The backup plan.