You fall down a ledge into a pool of cold water. The shock brings you back to your senses, at least a little. Really, it only gives you one more thing to be miserable about. Tired, lost, hungry, and now soaking wet, you angrily try to wade to the water's edge. You try to move to dry ground, but your legs won't move.
It feels like your feet are stuck in the mud, your tugging only mires you deeper. "Great," you fume, "I just wanted to escape the world for a day and now I'm stuck in a maze that won't let me leave!" You follow your rant with a stream of curses that would scandalize the skin off anyone in earshot, but you're the only person in this forsaken garden maze, so your profanities are received only by the trees surrounding the pond you currently occupy.
You stand in the pool, catching your breath after your tirade, you realize that you can no longer feel below your waist. The night is warm, but the water is sapping the feeling out of your legs. Your fatigue quickly overwhelms your need to not pass out and drown in a pool, and despite your epic attempt to stay awake, you pass out.