The winds of the churning snowstorm make Mirabelle shiver. She makes her way back to her small home, and warms her hands by the fire.
"Jake, where are you?" she hollers, but he doesn't seem to be home. She continues to sit by the fire, wishing she could just lay in it without getting burned, but just to keep warm.
Mirabelle begins to get tired waiting for Jake, so she lays down by the fire, shivering. "Cold . . . so cold . . ." are the last words she utters before she drifts into tranquility.
She wakes (or thinks she wakes) in the middle of a huge blizzard. She looks around, wondering where the house and Jake went. "Hello? Is anybody here?" she calls as she trudges through the deep snow. The trees aroud her are covered in snow, and she's surprised they are still holding up. As she continues exploring the landscape, she wonders why there is no civilization.
Suddenly, she steps into the snow, and she falls down into a deep hole, only to find herself in a pitch black cave . . . except for the fact that there is a fire nearby. Mirabelle slowly, hesitantly walks up to warm her hands. She then has the same feeling of wanting warmth: the feeling of wanting to climb into the fire itself. She realizes the surrealism of the situation, and she decides to listen to that urge. Mirabelle gets down on all fours, and crawls into the fire. Suddenly, she wakes up . . .
. . . to find herself in the firepit in the real world, where the fire is very much still blazing. Mirabelle is about to scream when she realizes that the fire isn't burning her. She tries to climb out of the firepit, but she's stuck. She looks back at the fire, confused. The size of the opening to the living room is large enough for her to climb through, so why can't she come out? Then Mirabelle realizes that she can't see her legs. She looks down at her torso, and from the waist down is only flames. Did her legs burn off in her sleep? She doesn't think so, otherwise she would've woken from the pain.
"Come on, fire, give me my legs back!" she growls, annoyed. The flames only blaze higher and hotter, as if they were responding to her emotions. Mirabelle decides to try pushing herself out of the fire again to get her legs back. She grabs the sides of the opening to the living room, and pushes herself forward. It doesn't work at first, but she manages to eventually push herself out. She looks down at herself, and she finds that she does indeed have her legs back. She brushes herself off and sits up. Mirabelle looks down at where she just sat, and gasps.
The carpet's burnt, and her body is made of flames.