It has indeed been two whole days. Two days stumbling blindly through the pitch blackness. Two days of Mike griping about how hungry he is. Two days of Indy bitching about blisters.

"It's always right... Mike always has to take the right hand tunnel," Indy moans dejectedly. "EVER thought that the right hand tunnel may just be bringing us round in big circles?"

"Damnit all Mike! Even if Turtle did get word to the Bar, there's not a chance in hell anyone's gonna find us down here now."

In the darkness, you can hear the sound of him poking at the roughly excavated tunnel wall. "Where's the candy now huh? When we actually need it?"