[The guy, when he finally climbed out of the bag, was eerily familiar, yet Johnny was certain he'd never seen the man in his life. Maybe it was his eyes- they were a lot like Nick's.

At any rate, he seemed to be new. Poor bastard. What the hell he'd been doing in a sack for dead bodies that had his name on it, only CERES knew for sure. The guy was polite, almost obnoxiously so, for someone who'd been stuck in a bag among a buncha hopefully fake dead bodies.]

I guess you're new then. They show that to everyone, but didn't make a lick of sense to me when I got here.

[How to explain this when he still struggled to grasp how it all worked.]

The short of it is something like... if we find the way out, we get back to the city; it's a sorta colony they set up here for everyone. I'll explain the rest when we get that far if you want. The people runnin' this place got a pretty messed up sense of humor, so I dunno how long we oughta stay here.

[He pulled out the slightly rumpled tag that'd been on the outside of the bag and held it up from where he sat in his wheelchair, high enough that the man could reach to pick it up.]

They seem to think you're Johnathan Joestar.