Maeve stood alone in despair before realizing the iguana they once watched together was by laying her feet. She began to subtly glow a fluorescent green color. Slowly walking around their shared spot in the jungle, she began to gather palm fronds and branches and build them into a pile. Flames burst from her fingertips, and she lit the branches on fire. Kneeling by the fire, she held the orange in her hands and began to unpeel it. She threw each peel and segment into the fire. The peels became engulfed in flames, and as they burned, they flashed images of the memories of their relationship. The fire turned the luscious green, the same color of the blooming plants, but even more intense. She stood up, her fingertips still swirling with tiny flames. She began to float a few feet above the ground. Her body became translucent, and multiplied itself until there were five ghostly Maeve's dancing around the fire, holding hands with their clones. The iguana floated above their heads, transforming into a three-headed reptile.
