Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
“These arrows seem to bring trouble wherever they go. Has anyone been cut by the arrow since then? And if so, did they start seeing anything unusual?” He asked, “That is also rather common.”
“No one except Montgomery and my ex, I’m afraid. He locked it away in the vault almost immediately afterwards.” The old woman took a sip of her tea, “no one goes down there. But then, I don’t think anyone wants to.”
Jowi nodded, “Well, seeing as how you’re already involved in this, having witnessed the aftermath of what must have been a Stand Ability… perhaps you’d like to hear about this from your daughter?” He asked, reaching for the zipper on his suit.
“What would she want with me?” The elder sighed, eyes brimming with tears, “I took away her childhood. I shunned her when she needed me. What happened wasn’t her fault and yet, I made her feel like it was.”
Jowi opened the Zipper, allowing Monty to see and come out of the pocket dimension, “The fact that you know that you have done wrong is proof enough that you care. But Monty should be the one to tell you about Stands.”
Monty took the sides and slid out, stumbling slightly before regaining her balance. “I’ve got to say; best place to meditate. It’s nice and quiet.” She then turned to the old woman, who only stared. “Hello mother. Long time no see.” Her mother shook her head. “Montgomery. You always knew how to make an entrance.” The singer glanced over at Jowi. “You don’t giving us a minute alone, do you?”
“Oh, yeah, absolutely.” He said, “Oh, and by the way, I can find out what happened to that guy ten years ago. Just for thought when you’re done and all!”
With that he left the room, leaving them in private, and releasing Sticky Fingers as a stand.
“I never thought he would leave.” Her mother muttered, “you could have just come by yourself you know.” Monty sighed, taking Jowi’s spot. “And be turned away at the door? No. We need to talk, face to face, especially since you plan on remarrying papa. I’m not going to let you hurt him again.” The singer hissed through her teeth, “I will tell you that now.” The older woman sat her cup down. “Anything else, Montgomery?” She inquired sharply. “Nope. Except the code to the vault.” The singer retorted. The elder sighed, sliding a small piece of paper towards her with numbers written on it. “You have an hour to get it out of this house.” Monty snatched the paper up. “With pleasure. Mother.” And with that, she opened the door, nodding to Jowi. “Let’s go.”
“Didn’t go well, I imagine.” He said, following her, “Why don’t you try and make up with her? Get along with your family? I mean, if you’re really sure it won’t work out then, I guess I can’t force you… I guess I’m just trying to say I’ve seen both sides of the coin when it comes to family.”