James complains that Angie "wanted to quit," because "she's one of those folks that says, 'I can't do this.'" You know, depending on what "this" is, some of those folks are the ones we call "people who live a long, long time," while the other folks are the ones we call "people who become famous for dying in ways that make people read about them in the paper and mutter, 'Well, dummy.'" James insists that Angie was sure they would "never" find it, and his attitude is "never say never." But when the lightning and thunder pick up, Steph points out that a giant stand of trees isn't really where they recommend you be in that situation lest you wind up rather southern-fried. Furthermore, she's coming to grips with the fact that they really don't seem to know where they're going and apparently aren't going to figure it out. Steph interviews that, indeed, Ulong eventually gave up and headed back to camp, where it poured down rain on them all night. As they lie around the wet, dark shelter, despondent, James starts to lecture them on not quitting, which...whatever. He bugs me, and there's an exchange of "Amen"s with Bobby Jon, and of course, extraneous blessings always make me kind of irritated.

The next morning, Day 12, there's a rainbow, but that's just about the only good news we have available. James and his tattered, dirty Jesus dress do look rather epic and Biblical as he surveys the damage done overnight by the storm. ("And lo, there came a storm upon the land, and James said, 'Ah'm 'on bust some skulls a-this bad boy.'") He comments to Bobby Jon that it looks like there's even more rain coming, and we watch a miserable Angie look around the camp in distress. She says that everyone is freezing and wet, and today doesn't look like it's going to get better. "This is a rough one," she says.