Over in the infirmary, Jim proudly brings Elisabeth a clean sample of blood that he "persuaded" Malcolm to extract. She sets it in the fancy DNA Identitron 3000, and says with this level of dissolution it won't be ready until tomorrow morning. Jim wants to know if there's anything they can do to speed it up. Like what, slipping it fifty bucks? There's no rushing it, says Elisabeth, but it will give them "the identity of the traitor" and I'd like to point out that what it will give them is the identity of a person whose blood it is, not "the traitor," like you'd think Elisabeth would be as sensitive as anyone about Terra Nova's kangaroo-court justice system rushing to judgment.

Skye comes in, apologizing for being late, and gets the evening's instructions from Elisabeth. Skye sees the DNA Identitron whirring and knows what's going on.

In the forest, Taylor gives Mira a drink from his cup, while they look around and hope that they're not going to be eaten any time soon. So Taylor asks after Mira's daughter, who turned seven in July. "That's a good age," says Taylor, which I think people say about any age before the teenage years, but in any case it's a dumb thing for him to say because Mira's just going to have to take his word for it. Also, someone back in 2149 is looking after her, which was part of the deal and he says it's no small thing, knowing you've done right by your child. She seems to appreciate his sincerity because she reciprocates by telling him that Lucas looks good, which he says is good to hear.

And now it's dinosaur time! A couple of slashers come screeching out of the foliage and Taylor fires a sonic blast or two while Mira hightails it outta there. With the slashers momentarily discombobulated, Mira and Taylor move their asses, only to come to a dead end at the top of a very high waterfall.

The slashers advance, and -- given they don't have much choice -- Taylor tosses his pack over the falls, cuts Mira's hands free and the two of them plunge over the falls and plummet like a thousand goddamn feet and land in about six feet of water. In other words, they should be dead.