"Oh yeah, I got it," Aly says with an exhausted grin, snaps her fingers...and the vine is the one enveloped in flame, just for a second, until it burns away to nothing. Then she sways, and the only reason she doesn't collapse is that she's being supported.

"Had to throw a little flair in there," she wheezes. "For the Vine." Not just the vine. The Vine.