By now, Jaime and Cara are arriving, and they're glad to see that both of the other teams' taxis are still there. Cara says that Jaime has a better memory, so she's doing this one for them. Cara joins Tammy and Margie at the watching area, looking like she's at her maximum stress level, which must be roughly equivalent to Jaime's when she's asleep.

Luke now seems to be just trying boards at random, and still getting nowhere. Jaime is overwhelmed at what she sees, wading into what is now a field of scattered boards. "These don't look like anything we've encountered, Cara," she says worriedly. Well, the good news is you don't have to worry about those. Do try to think positive once in a while, Jaime. As Victor starts racking up boards, Jaime is still not processing the idea that most of the boards are duds. "Clowns? An alligator? A lion? When the hell did we do these things?" Heh. Victor's got three boards up on his fence, while Jaime is feeling the need to comment on every board design she sees." Donkey? We didn't have a donkey. Or the kiwi? No kiwi, these are so weird. Never saw kangaroos..." Cara just calls out vague encouragement from the sidelines. Tammy is periodically calling, "Good job, Victor." And right there is Tammy and Victor's arc, in a nutshell. The first time I remember her saying "Good job, Victor" was when they limped to the mat in second-to-last in Romania, when there was no way she could have meant it. Over time, that rote utterance has somehow become not only sincere, but correct. He's up to five boards, and Luke is literally flailing, red-faced and frustrated as yet another attempt gets shaken off. That cute blonde surfer girl is hard as nails, y'all. Margie tells him to check his other boards, which he does as Victor continues to close the gap and Margie gets more and more nervous. The surfer girl is starting to experiment with new ways to shake her head by the time the commercial arrives. By the end of the hour, she'll be saying "No" in Klingon.