It seems to have gotten dark. Paige sits on the root of a tree, across from her small camp.

PAIGE: "Gosh, it's cold out here... I hope the black dog shows up soon..."

PAIGE: "It really does feel like some beast's territory... I have this sense of foreboding. Like I'm not welcome here."

She writes her observations in her notebook, only occasionally looking up from her work to take in her surroundings.