Jonathan Joestar was an articulate and refined gentleman. When he spoke, it usually was thoughtful, mature, and considerate with what he said and when he said it.

"Where the hell am I?!"

...His grandson, Joseph Joestar, on the other hand, was not.

Standing at six feet, five inches and with a bulky muscular physique, Joseph wasn't the hardest person to spot in a crowd. Aside from his messy black hair, those who knew Jonathan may have mistaken Joseph for his grandfather in his prime. He smoothed out his tank top before looking around him. Many different types of strangers surrounded him, each one stranger than the last. Were they Ripple users? Did a Pillar Man survive and set this up as a trap? ...Could Joseph get a bite to eat?

These were the questions flooding Joseph's mind.

What was the strangest thing of all was the fact that the landscape looked like an intermingled mishmash of the world. While he did have to say that some of the buildings reminded him of back home in New York, this was certainly something to pique JoJo's curiosity.

But then again, he thought, he had seen things even more bizarre before.