When the smoke clears, it's just Liz standing in a patch of now-scorched earth at the edge of the woods, wreathed in wildly undulating flames. There's a trail of snapped branches and broken trees leading into the forest as far as the eye can see -- which isn't very far.

It's dark, and quiet. The only sounds are the fire in her ears and the wind rattling through leaves and branches.

Liz waits, but nothing comes out of the trees.