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.