St. Louis. 1927.

Mitzi was in her late husband's office, sitting on his chair, a glass of pure wine on her left paw, and a photo of her with her husband, Atlas May, together on a beautiful lake in a landscape that makes her heart warm.

She would let out a soft sigh, setting the photo down in the desk and taking a sip in her wine, before she lookd at another photo in the wall inside the office. The photo was of everyone from the speakeasy together. Ah, those smiles they soothed his soul, well, except that as always, Mordecai and Viktor never smiled for any photo. But even so, she loved everyone in the photo... Like her new family. Even though everyone is chaos together.

"Ah Atlas... Im sure you would be proud of me, darling. I'm taking care of everything that we made together, do not worry..."

She mutters to herself with her soft voice and Southern accent, crossing her legs under the table as she taked another sip on her wine, her green eyes looking out of the window, admiring the night landscape of the city, the bright moon in the sky and stars filling the place with life and peace.