Nick and Vicki almost have caught up, but Nick has lapped everyone else when it comes to bitching: "Hide and go seek in the damn dark for a number that's not even in order?" Well, if it were in order, it wouldn't be much of a hunt, would it? And he's not even helping when Vicki picks out a number with her light and asks if that's it; he just says, "I don't know anything." Which is the first true thing he's said this leg."God, I wanna just choke somebody. And throw the birds overboard, too." Vicki doesn't get how they're missing it, and neither does Nick: "I just know I'm ready to be done." Okay, what exactly has he done that's worn him out so?
Brook and Claire get off the boat and get a taxi to Statue Square, thinking they're still in danger from "the punk rockers. "Which they're really not, because Vicki is effectively doing this Detour alone while Nick kvetches. "I'm not gonna sit out here until sunup, that's for damn sure. Sit out here looking like a fool looking for a damn boat in the middle of the night with a flashlight." Yeah, Nick? That's not what's going to make you look like a fool. Vicki still doesn't want to give up, "after all we've been through today," like "we" had to power through an asthma attack and vomit up gallons of warm sushi. "I don't care if you don't like to quit, it's over, all right? I'm done." So there's an example of how much he cares about other people's feelings. And then he actually lies down on the deck for a nap. "You want to waste your time, waste your own damn time." Is there something else he needs to be doing with that time? An appointment to make, some errands to run? What else has he got going on in Hong Kong in the middle of the night that takes precedence over trying to win a million dollars? "I'd much rather take the six-hour penalty, I could care less." A quitter, and he uses bad grammar. Well, if he's going to go to sleep, I wish he'd just shut up and do it, rather than whining about all the food and sleep he's missing. Eventually he pulls his bandanna down over his eyes (alas, not his mouth) and conks out, while Vicki keeps searching alone. "Kind of makes me mad," she says, with a much higher level of justification than Nick has had for any of his complaints, but she's still not quitting. "This is probably the worst day ever. I'm on my own." In other words, there's bad news and good news.