Holding the disc of your husband’s stand, you grieve quietly realising you’re all alone, you’ve lost both him and Jolyne.

How cruel fate can be when the universe frowns upon you.

Seeking out the once comfort Jotaro would always give, you press the disc against your skin. At first the disc rejected you, but it enveloped in your body eventually. Whilst you grieve alone, you feel the large arms wrap around you — it’s star platinum.

He’s no longer Jotaro’s stand, he’s your stand.