Tell  Them You Need To Take A Call,  And 
 Go  South.  Sneak  Between  The  Houses, 
 Getting    Smaller     As    You     Go. 
        Cross The Train Tracks...         
    Exit The Western industrial dome.     
                                          
 As  You  Push  Through  The Thicker Snow 
 Outside,   You  Become  A  Witch  Again. 
 Shapes  In   The   Dirt  Become   Runes. 
  Pawprints Become Hidden Families. You   
           Adjust Your Course.            
                                          
 The Ermines Make  Fine  Meats. One  Call 
 And  They Would Come Willingly.  Back In 
 The   Dome,   What  They  Give  You  For 
 Eating... It'S  Not  Right. It'S Nothing 
 You    Can   Feed   On,    Not   Really. 
                                          
 But   It'S  Likely  You'Re  Still  Under 
 Observation. South Is  A Weird Direction 
 And   So  You  Probably   Warrant   Some 
      Attention. Interacting With The     
 Wildlife  Is   Out   Of   The   Picture. 
                                          
          You Adjust Your Course.