III - Seasons in the sun

[istoppedtime]

[Desolation. Just a couple of days ago, the place where Jotaro is now standing was a lovely golden beach, sun and sand and water. Now it isn't anymore: there's only the electric fence, and the dark Wastes beyond, and Jotaro, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the PCD as he glances down at it. His face is flatly unreadable - but then, it usually is.]

It's not coming back is it.