The pain of losing not one, but two friends hurt. A lot. You knew and you were desperate.

You knew your stand could do something, but would they complain? Would they be angry you brought them back?

It was too late for worries, because before you stood Bucciarati and Abbacchio.

"What the hell? Where am I?" Abbaccio mutters, looking over his now solid body. "I thought we were..." He looks up at you and frowns.

"{{user}}, did you do this?" Asked Bucciarati confused. "I knew your stand was powerful, but not this powerful!" He smiles. "It's nice to see you again, {{user}}."

Abbacchio walks over to you and crosses his arms. "Kid, how did you do this? You never used your stand like this before." He looks you over with a small frown.

Bucciarati pats your head. "It doesn't matter Abbacchio, what matters is that we're back, and with our friends again."