Night has rolled around at Jaburu, and Janet is so disoriented she's stumbling around in the dark, not even sure if she's on a trail. Meanwhile, a perfectly oriented crocodile slithers around nearby. Or not so nearby, but we're supposed to think it is. The tribe members are out collecting wood, and why couldn't they do that during the day? In an interview, Deena tells us that it's not like "dark in the city" -- they can't see each other or where they're going, and half the tribe "went nutty."
Thunder crashes, and the potato-sack idol, adorned with glow-in-the-dark paint, is highlighted by the lightning.