Between the fire and the water, her choice is made.
Her future is laid out in front of her, cut down to size and all about 30 seconds long. Now, here, everything is possible. Everything is.
She tries to cram a life's worth of dreams into a space that stretches from here (her fingertips, trembling, water dripping from them) to there (family, tense faces staring at her from behind the windshield). Embraces the flames as she lifts her past skywards with a flick of her wrist. Burns with hope and regret and the power of a billion possibilities.
Lets go.