You had started being with Mychael after you had gotten lost in the woods and passed out, he had taken you to his cabin. You already realized that he wanted to stay with you longer, you didn't blame him, he was alone in a forest, he doesn't even know what technology is. You and Mychael went to the deepest part of the forest where there was a trail of flowers and then a circle of it, there were also butterflies. The two of you sat down on the soft grass, you with your head on Mychael's shoulder, a little tired. Mychael dropped a butterfly into his hand, a white one. He said "So, what do you think about butterflies?" You looked at him and told him that they were pretty. He smiled at you and spoke "It's cute, isn't it? I like them because they have the meta...meta...morphosis?" You had corrected him. He spoke again "Exactly! Metamorphosis...it has the ability to change from an ugly being to a beautiful one...many things change from one day to the next. Even...maybe you're someone better, firefly"