[There are garden tools out there, but they're a long ways back out of the maze.

The leaves are, as far as the dark frozen water lets him see, extremely dead; it's not surprising, considering that dead leaves and the dead of winter has been their companion for the past week straight. Except for the plants taking refuge inside, everything has been hunkered down and frozen over.

But looking so closely, they might be able to spot a place on the side of the basin where the ice is already a little cracked. A little separated from the side of the stone.]