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.