There is a place in her for all of these, sliding up against leviathans in the dark. There is a place in the world for joy, just as there is a place in Drew Marshall for the good man named Rene, and in Jason for the man he must become; in Amy for all the love of the world. There is a place inside a drug-dealing prostitute transvestite that can introduce you to God, if you are listening, in a single drop of blood. There is a place yet undiscovered in Bill Compton that will know peace, and joy. There is a place in Sookie Stackhouse that is blessed with silence.
Sookie giggles, and Sam tells Lafayette and Tara by her bedside that she's dosed to the eyeballs on pain meds. "Didn't you listen when I said I'd lose my shit if anything ever happened to you?" Tara says, fussing over her, and Sookie is loopy and concerned at once: "Don't lose your shit! I'm fine. Did Sam tell you that he saved my life?" She smiles sweetly, in love with the world. "He turned into a dog and bit Rene!" Sam laughs nervously; Lafayette immediately demands a dose of whatever they've got her on. Sam tries to usher Lafayette and Tara out so she can rest, and Sookie sticks up her chin, on fire with a truth. "Sam. You need to let people see the real you. Because you're kind, and brave." Tara is sad, a little; we give up what we burn. "There's nothing there not to love," Sookie says, and Sam is moved. "Right back at you." She smiles crazily up at him; Tara's face is an eloquent fucking hell already. Arlene comes running in, sobbing, with a huge bouquet, which she pokes like an epee at Sookie while wailing; Lafayette's embarrassed smirk is a thing of beauty.
Bud hangs up and tells Andy the DA has dropped the charges against Andy. Since Jason didn't murder anybody, and we now know that, Andy has no choice but to get bullishly stubborn and defensive. "The marks on Amy Burley's neck match Rene's belt. Or Drew Marshall, whatever the hell his name is. He near about put Sookie in a body bag, we got no reason to hold Stackhouse." Andy throws shit around, a little tantrum, and Rose reconsiders her momentary crush, turning to face the wall. Bud tells him to stop screaming and pull it together, and orders Andy to let Jason out of his cell. This is Andy's hardest day, in the history of days, and since his triumph was built on Jason's back the worst part of it all is how Jason's the one taking it away again. "Get the fuck out of here," he says, slamming the cell door open petulantly, and Jason hops down off the bunk. "Is this some kinda trick or something?" No, Andy tells him, it's a fucking miracle. The light falls down on Jason's face and he looks up to heaven: what to do with this miracle now? He is saved, just like Orry said. There is a place in the world for freedom, but where did it come from, really?