The Speakeasy; a judgement-free zone. A place where everyone belongs. Where no one is sad, or in pain, or struggling. A place where you can truly be yourself, whomever that might be.

Babette does a great job running the place. She always makes sure the bar is stocked with everyone's favorites.

Where Maybelle writes the songs, beaming with pride as Billie belts them out.

Where Angela and Louise are free to be together. And Jimmy is happy for her because he finally understands what he knew deep down all along—that theirs was the love of youth, of innocence. That they had both evolved since then. And he's with Pearl, who, unlike the former, fell for the man that returned from France and not the boy that left.

Where Richard, Owen, and Dean raise a pint together (Guinness, of course) and there are no straws involved. And their pseudo kid brother Rowland watches on affectionately and always has enough to eat.

Where Eddie Kessler tells Jim Tolliver all about his boys when they were growing up. And Frank chimes in periodically with an anecdote about his own brothers and they all roar hysterically.

This is how I like to think of them. To the lost…