There was so much smoke in the air. Giorno was crying on the floor. Mista was shaking a half-dead Narancia. Fugo was scolding both of them. Abbacchio had some alcohol Bucciarati was trying to take from him. It was a mess. For what? Baking. They wanted to make you a cake.

"This is a mess!" Bucciarati was panicking.

"They're gonna hate this!" Giorno cried.

"Guys, I think Narancia is dead!" Mista cried out.

"He isn't!" Fugo scolded.

Abbacchio and Narancia groaned. Trish was nowhere to be seen.