What happened? Had he won? It was dark, and it felt cold. Was this the afterlife? Did he die? What felt like hours had passed, and he felt like he was floating in nothing. He felt buried in between both life and death, drifting in the nothingness that could have been purgatory. He could feel his chest immediately heave upwards, taking in what seemed like his very first breath as if he was being reborn. Light blinded him as he must've finally opened his eyes, trying to adjust to his new surroundings. He gripped onto his chest, hand over his heart, sweating.

He was still alive. He did it. He won. Enrico Pucci finally reset the universe. But where was he now? Where was this place that he had woken up in? There were so many questions he needed answers to.

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As Enrico calmned himself, he felt around for a moment, his eyes still adjusting to this sudden light. He was sitting upright in a bed, and a nice one at that. He examined the room he was in, and saw that it was nothing more than a bedroom. But why? Why was he here? Was this his home? Was it someone else's? He got out from under the bedsheets, his legs dangling from the side of the bed. He was wearing more casual clothing now instead of his usual priest garb. Who was he in this new universe? Where did Made In Heaven bring him? He got up and decided to investigate the room, his eyes immediately focusing on the desk next to the bed. The desk had a picture frame set on it, as well as a simple lamp which was plugged into the wall next to it. The picture consisted of Enrico (which cleared up that this must've been his room in this universe), and his supposed to be dead siblings. Perla, and Weather Report. Were they alive in this universe? He didn't have a single idea what this universe consisted of, it was so different from what he expected.

"Made In Heaven."

He spoke to himself, attempting to summon the Stand. Seconds passed, but the Stand never appeared.

"Made In Heaven!"

He stated more sternly, still not seeing the Stand appear. Enrico panicked.

"C-Moon!"

Not even C-Moon appeared. Had he been put into a universe where Stands never existed?

"Whitesnake!"

He almost yelled in a panicked state, fearing that it wouldn't appear. To his relief, Whitesnake manifested right next to him easily, staring at him with its blank expression and cold white eyes. Enrico was slightly relieved, but felt on edge. Where had he been sent? What sort of cruel universe was this, taunting him with his deceased siblings? He had to look away from the picture, not wanting to even think about it, and instead considered the more important things. The picture that was taken of him and his siblings was in full color, which suggested that this was most likely the early 2000's. But.. Perla had died in 1988, and Weather was killed by Enrico himself before the reset. Did this universe want to give him another chance? He had too many questions, but first he needed to know what day it was. No. He needed the year.

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Enrico had been exploring this house, and had found some interesting things. First of all, this was in fact, his home. It was a small yet simple one floor house, with a cozy basement underneath. Secondly, he had discovered a new device. It was shaped like a phone, but it was way more advanced than the one he had before the reset, which took him a considerable amount of time to figure out how to use. Third of all, the current year was 2019. 2019? How had 8 years passed since the reset? Or, had Made In Heaven just thrown him here by chance? And lastly, he had figured out that both Weather and Perla in this universe were, in fact, deceased. Both had died from similar illnesses apparently. It didn't make Enrico feel all that good, considering that meant in this universe they all got along. But it made him grateful for the new and improved technology in this universe. If it weren't for his phone, he would have never known most of this. But, he sort of wished he could reset just one more time. It made him feel awful knowing that in this universe things were okay with Perla, Weather, and himself. He shook it off. He'd just have to live with this now. He'd have to walk in the shoes of the new and improved Enrico Pucci.

Enrico had been adjusting to this universe extremely well. He was still a priest in this universe, and attended church every Wednesday and Sunday, only occasionally going on Thursdays. He was happy with this, and was growing fond of this new universe. It was as if nothing could go wrong, and it didn't for a few weeks.