As you consider your options are limited you begin looking around for a crossing, you walk using the bank going upstream looking for somewhere shalllow enough to wade through. You are soaked through and the light is fading fast. It's cold and slippery but you don't have much choice but to try and jump between to large boulders. As you leap your back foot slips from under you and you plop neatly through the gap in the boulders and into the stream. The cold water hits you like a truck and sweeps you off with the current. You bump over some boulders before snatching at a root on the bank. Desperately you scrabble out of the water gasping and a little panicked. It's pretty much dark now and the dense wood seams very intimidating, you stumble up the bank looking for a way to get back. You notice that you've lost everything, your phone and wallet have gone, even your house keys, this is going to be a nightmare when you get back. Soldiering on you try to pull yourself together but soaking wet and cold in the dark you begin to get scared. No sooner had the darkness started to play with the primeval fears in the back of your mind, you spot a light through the trees, yes. Unmistakably a light, you stagger towards and see it's a window in a small stone cottage. Well your lost, wet and cold. The least help you can expect is some directions. You walk up to the old wooden door of the cottage.